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Picker of His Words

de Skating Polly

I still need to go
I don’t wanna feel slow
I don’t need to learn what’s all known
I don’t know if you’re right
I might be too tight
I don’t wanna shred my words tonight

I bet that’s what you say to those new girls you’ve been showin’ off
I bet that’s how you flash lights when I’ve been hiding in the dark
From me from me from me
From me from me from me

Awfully late for the race
Delicate to the trace
I'm feeling too tired to run your pace
I don’t know if you’re all
Quit takin’ your calls
I can’t tell if I'm falling or not

I bet you just walk on coals once they’ve already cooled off
I bet you just come act strong when I'm starting to break down
To me to me to me
To me to me to me

Oh master, a sinner, a picker of his words
A liar, while higher he climbs up to his throne
An ink pen a tablet, he likes the so absurd
Oh master, a sinner, a picker of his words

I know what to say he tells me, tells me anyway
He tells me what to say and calls it my way
Oh it’s everyday it’s every night and everyway
He tells me tells me what to say and calls it my day

I know what to say he tells me, tells me anyway
He tells me what to say and calls it my way
Oh it’s everyday it’s every night and everyway
He tells me tells me what to say and calls it my day

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