Time will put you in your place, just wait
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Always courting the angels but you end up with devil’s lips
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I think sometimes you wonder who is in control
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But these mechanical moves
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they fit you well, Mr. Prince
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As all the stars and the moons
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get dusted for your finger prints
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You laugh behind the sympathy
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that you sing to yourself to sleep peacefully
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I’m just waiting for a sign from behind the lines
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A sunrise at no one’s expense, the punchline divine
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I think we’ll finally get it as you lose control
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You sink behind the symphony
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that you sing to yourself to sleep peacefully
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But you’re sinking yourself so just hurry
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Mr. Prince
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| Gruvis Malt |
