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Inamorata
03:51
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I present the best you have to offer
A token of the gentle Father
She gives that unplanned attention when you’re alone
She gets the upper hand and pulls on the funny bone
Mmhmm hey la hey la
Mmhmm hey la hey la and
Don’t have to have an agenda
You stand and I will serve ya
In confidence you stay here for a while
No need for shitty feelings take one for the team
If only you could see the sentiment that you give me
Mmhmm hey la hey la
Mmhmm hey la hey la and
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2. |
Compos Mentis
03:08
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(Lyrics unavailable)
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Obvious Trend
03:53
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Testing time to win in the end
See a sign an obvious trend
Read between the lines hope not to offend
Come inside just want to make amends
You belong here no one else could fit your place in just the same way
To leave it now wouldn’t get you any farther from the face that loves your stay
Mistakes and pitfalls you can’t correct
It’s yours before it’s mine let’s not pretend
Don’t commit the crime so you won’t have to defend
Drinking lots of wine more than I would recommend
Got into a bind so you call upon a friend
You belong here no one else could fit your place in just the same way
To leave it now wouldn’t get you any farther from the face that loves your stay
Using a gavel to sentence you for the mistakes and pitfalls you can’t correct
You belong here no one else could fit your place in just the same way
To leave it now wouldn’t get you any farther from the face that loves your stay
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Be Playful
04:05
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The state of affairs may be for the better
A roadblock a reason so many to choose from
Trust in the physical be playful with her
No one will pluck the ace memories from me
But I can’t forget your face anyway
A pet name in passing can be okay
What reason is there to produce such despair
She will stand by me if I act out don’t care
Don’t see me getting any more than I have to offer
You forgo relation until the humor sets in
Back in the days when we cared for each other
The ace memories are all we have to offer
But I can’t remember the way of appeal
Hands on the table let's keep it concealed
The little expressions that come from your love
Basking in the daylight rejoicing thereof
She will stand by me if I do what I’m told
Ya na na na ya na na na
Ya na na na na na na na na na
Ya na na na ya na na na
Ya na na na na na na na na na
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Slipped into Reverie
03:48
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Cut it by the roots cause there’s nothing really happening
Sow a different seed to get what you really want
I can’t believe what you’re saying anymore than I used to
The games been played out anyway so many times
Before
Forced to sit and stay
Don’t wanna be at bay
Forced to sit and stay
Don’t wanna be at bay
Conquer them we may
Holding out for that day
Forced to sit and stay
Don’t wanna be at bay
Working till the clock looks ready to make us moan
Moments of delight come by when we interact
I can’t believe what I’m saying anymore than you do
The games been played out any way so many times
Before
Forced to sit and stay
Don’t wanna be at bay
Forced to sit and stay
Don’t wanna be at bay
Conquer them we may
Holding out for that day
Forced to sit and stay
Don’t wanna be at bay
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