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So,
Cynthia,
I saw you again today I had to turn my heart away
Smile like the sun, kisses for real
And tales you never felt
You're lying so low in the
weeds And I bet you wanna ambush me
You had me down,
down,
down,
down on my knees Now,
what's a better clue?
I, I, I, oh, oh,
I, oh, I got caught for time
The point is to me, I,
no rights, no wrongs Selling a song,
a name,
whisper game
And if the real thing don't do the
trick You better make up something quick
Burn,
burn, burn, burn, burn until the wake
Sell me,
sell you the hope and say Dive down,
deep down,
and say I hate you
I'm waiting on the next one without
looking back Made for the western hoes,
so scared,
fools
Now,
if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You better make up something quick
Nothing was ever right, then I lied to myself