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[Verse 1] In streets still soft with sleep, whisper words that are worth the dirt beneath Verbal arrows that you brought shot down the moon in a parking lot I hit you in the dark, my fist imprinted with your teeth marks And your skin struck cobblestone, realigned like a broken bone [Chorus] If you play it right, keep me on the line Hold your knives so tight, til your knuckles turn white Any glove that fits was stitched by hypocrites No one else to blame, there's no reward for a wicked fame [Verse 2] Your eyes still follow me, like cigarette burns in a sweatshirt sleeve Like a space you couldn't fill, you can try to drown me, but I'm hard to kill You can struggle for my stride, cheer me on from the side with your pretender pride I'll forgive but won't forget all the pain of your swaying threats [Chorus] If you play it right, keep me on the line Hold your knives so tight, til your knuckles turn white Any glove that fits was stitched by hypocrites No one else to blame, there's no reward for a wicked fame [Verse 3] Just when we hit the dust, hands smelling like coins and decaying rust Your heels were hazard-high, just the kind of crazy that would catch my eye Your instructions still prevail, just a few can throws round Crooked Tail Your sling and slang in speech feels just like a lucid dream [Chorus] If you play it right, keep me on the line Hold your knives so tight, til your knuckles turn white Every glove that fits was stitched by hypocrites No one else to blame, there's no reward for a wicked fame
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