Wonder if you know, what you see ain't what you get. Wonder have you learned a dirty word - did you forget? 'Cause
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there's talk on the street... say sugar taste sweet... but it'll tear you apart... when what's easy on the eyes... is hard on the
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heart... when you're loving...loving on them buzzards. See the shiny-winged angel things catch your eye in the big parade.
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You think you got it made. It's all monkey see, monkey do, but in the end the joke's on you. It ain't nothing but a big
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charade. Watch the money talk... see the suckers walk... feel the lonely ache... take its toll, soul-sucking pain, yeah.
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Everybody knows... that's just how it goes... when you're loving, loving on them buzzards. Funny how you feel, like a thing is
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real, just 'cause it feels good - You know what I'm saying? Yeah yeah. Funny how you run straight for the gun when you
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know when the fun is done ain't nothing but hell to pay. See the face in the mirror, it looks alone and afraid. Well, if
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you think you a player, most times it's you that's getting played by them buzzards buzzards buzzards buzzards, them
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buzzards of love.
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Buzzards Of Love
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| Jim White |
