Like a boat, the buzzards float
And you quote the words that I wrote
And I know, they're never coming down, they're stuck in my throat
You don't have to prod the nerve
Just attack the second serve
And I know, you're never backing down, there's no time to swerve

As they watch they widen with surprise
My dinner table tennis eyes
They flinch they burn, reproachfully they fly

Love, fault, love, love fault
Love, fault, love, love fault
Love, fault, love fault, love fault, love fault

As they watch they widen with surprise
My dinner table tennis eyes
They flinch they burn, reproachfully they fly

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