Damn songs,
they disguise themselves as excuses,
and a hundred other uses,
they're just smoky lullabiesDamn tunes,
they try to justify goodbyes,
wrap a guilt inside o' rhymes,
pretty sounding liesEverytime, the wolves are barking at your door,
just throw 'em a bone and leave 'em wanting moreDamn words,
everytime i get a feeling,
I shout 'em out instead o' kneeling,
on the floor and cryOh because they're pretty things,
and i sure love the way they swing,
they romanticize everything,
it's the perfect crimeMy baby, sometimes i wake up in a panic,
and think that i've got it, all figured outBut then, when you look out the car window and smile,
and i'm wondering if i'm that guyAll i've got are damn words,
damn tunes,
and damn songs
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