don't fuck around anymore
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there's no good times let for a war
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so spit shine your old shoes
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and knock on my door
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and don't fuck around anymore
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cuz the good days are bleeding away
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they weren't ours to keep anyway
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so drink up your red wine
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and make love every day
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the good days are bleeding away
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this catastrophe of mine
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play your cards and play them right
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it could be yours tonight
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this catastrophe of mine
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this catastrophe of yours
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after on there's always more
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is that all that you're living for
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this catastrophe of yours
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someday, someday
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someday, i'll be yours
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won't have time for these
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catastrophe anymore
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this catastrophe of ours
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ain't no moon and ain't no stars
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there ain't no jupiter and mars
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in this catastrophe of ours
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this catastrophe we made
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murky waters and in we wade
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there won't be peace for us today
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in this catastrophe we made
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someday, someday
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someday, we'll be bored and
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won't have time for these
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catastrophe anymore
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pomegranate daffodil
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if you take love for granted
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regret it you will
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cuz no darkness can take us
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and cloud us forever
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no darkness will keep us
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from staying together
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i said no darkness will keep us
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keep us apart
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so don't fuck around anymore
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i said don't fuck around anymore
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don't fuck around anymore
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don't fuck around anymore
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Pomegranate Daffodil
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| Hawksley Workman |
