Bits On Tim

The heat on my back feels like fire,
And the smoke in my mind only proves it to be true.
And I drag in on my newfound trick of the trade,
And shake on the exhale as if being cleansed,
By a sweet talking, southern preacher man.

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And I sit.
And I listen to the things around.
And I wait.
For everything to come falling down.
And I sit.
Try not to think.

For the mystery of the back draft locked up in side,
Has set me on hesitate.
No fear of the floodgates they’ve already broken.
And the waters, gush, drowned up and dried.

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Cause there's sexual tension in the 3 chord progression,
of the Bubble gum music bouncing off my soul.
With the "Baby I want you", harmonize "Girl I need you",
Get hypnotized by the cliché repetition.

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And I'm sitting here waiting for you,
And I'm sitting here all dressed up for you.

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