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You better find a way out You better learn how to run You better walk away And leave the angles to the shills Well I've been thinking for days About the means and the ways I could hate all I touch I know you're my lady Wise to trickle numb to flood A voice coach taught me to sing He couldn't teach me to love All the above Easy talking border blocking Transport is arranged Praise the grammar police Set me up with your niece Walk to Baltimore And keep the language off the streets I'm of several minds I am the worst of my kind I want to cremate the crutch I know you're my lady Phone calls could corrupt the morning heed The surgeons warning Pillars of eights I swung the fiery sword I vent my spleen at the lord He is abstract and bored Too much milk and honey I walzed through the wilderness With nothing but a compass and a canteen Setting the scene Easy talking border blocking Transport is arranged
