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Correct If You Call It A Knife... Lyrics
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A waltz and a gunfight They're typically new In typical tune A waltz and a gunfight They're typically new The typical tune A waltz and a gunfight They're typically you A waltz and a gunfight They're typically you (they're typically you, they're typically you) (they're typically you, typically you) Alright, alright... About the break the phone I took the long way home But i'm comfortable alone It's something I never knew I stole the silver moon 'cause I'm nothing without that moon But i'm doing this for you I'm typically not in tune I'm about to pick you out 'cause you're giving me your blues I'm about to cut you out 'cause you're giving me your blues I hope to see you soon Picking up that phone Giving me the marks that I earned (you're giving me those off-centered) The black and white, those blues Call it a wild dream (cold winter wired-break) It's still the thing you never said (I steal the things you'll never take) It's better when I'm awake And it's nothing like the dream (and there's nothing left to drink) About to bring (leave) you out 'cause you're giving me your (the) blues About to cut you out 'cause you're giving me your (the) blues I hope to see you soon Picking up that phone And giving me these songs that hurt (these off-centered) Those black and white, those blues My body is dead, my body is dead (bang, bang, you're dead) About to bring you out 'cause you're giving me your blues About to cut you out 'cause you're giving me your blues I hope to see you soon Picking up that phone And giving me these songs that hurt Those black and white, those blues (my body is dead, my body is dead) Hello, hello, hello? Liar, liar! Hello, hello? If you call it a knife... Hello, hello? Liar, liar! If you call it a knife... About to pick you out 'cause you're giving me the blues I'm about to cut you out 'cause you're giving me the blues I hope to see you soon Picking up that phone Giving me those sunset eyes The black and white, those blues
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