You write a song and it always sounds better to you.
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Every day you decide
To put red in your eyes
But you do it in style alright
And it’s easy to say that experience pays
But you’re running away alright
The cyclone tears right through
Your fine tuned defense
And the ladders we climb
Going side to side
But we do it in style alright
And the skeptic in me
Can relent and believe
If you tell me that we’ll be alright
The cyclone tears right through
Your fine tuned defense
The long shot, the sweet spot
Do these not exist?
The cyclone
It tears your defenses right through
The cyclone it tears through it
The sad song you make do with
You say that the screen’s too big and
(You say you want it you ought to come get it)
You say that the summer’s slowing
(You’ve got to show that you always come through in the end)
You want to be De Beauvoir then go do it
(The cyclone it tears through us)
You write a song and it always sounds better to you
(The cyclone it tears through us)
You say you want to be set up, and compensated
(You see the dollars and cents, so come get it)
You say you want to be the luckiest man alive
(You’ve got to take it my friend; they won’t give it to you)