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12 Blown Tires

de Tennis

Making excuses looking back
I'm getting good at ignoring the past
Seems like our luck was all we had
Hold me so long without having to ask
For me again, I go on counting

Press my desire to the margins
I’ve been face down in the garden
You’re quick but time moves faster
Love like a natural disaster
When I walk I'm barely touching the pavement
You smile and laugh while you’re waving
To me again, I go on counting

No flower withers
No flower withers in your hand, in your hand

I know you are the golden son
And where you walk new life has begun
Waiting for fate to make it fast
Hold me so long without having to ask
12 blown tires in under a mile
12 blown tires in under a mile
Looking for a stone in a dust pile
Counted 12 blown tires in under a mile

Swaying backstage at terminal five
Fleshed out kissed up I'm feeling alive
Looking for a storm in this weather
Couldn’t even rub two dimes together
When I walk I'm barely touching the pavement
We smile and laugh while we’re waving
Cycling down the drain to the basement
Hang on to the time that I wasted
For me again, I go on counting
I see our fates go on colliding

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