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New Amsterdams The At The Foot Of My Rival

After this High and low A little late to let it go Crooked road To the end Around the way and back again Take your book You forget Liars, thieves and

Take a walk on the wrong side And put your feet on the floor A long face for a long night And you?re really what you came here for And how did end,

made Time and space We can be distant Running a different race And nobody really wins And only the fools rush in And only the frightened wait I?d rather be foolish than Be scared of my

Silver Lake With the fakes I?ve got nothing but old things To display By the bay Old jeans and your gold rings How?s your faith My mistake, I thought

A long time driving for a place to stop I wander in at quarter to four No sense remembering what I forgot Tending to the blood on the floor Who would

have Revenge I want to forget I?ll be back again Blinded by the brother?s blood Was alive, now I know what?s right Good God How do you sleep at night

Your lawyer can go to hell. The ink?s still wet on our wills. That?s when I told her, ?It?s time to start over.? Now there?s a house to sell. Take this