I never quite got it right
just what you said that night.
The kind of thing that really narrows your vision
from making the proper decision.
Time will heal my crooked back,
but these burning bridges don't turn back.
The fire burns bright to the beat of the scrapped
and it's about time you felt your back to crack the wrong way.
When it's late at night and the sky turns black
(stand to me closer, stand to me closer, closer)
Past the final call and there's no turning back.
(are we any closer? are we any closer, closer?)
When your legs go numb and your hands go cold.
(stand to me closer, stand to me closer, closer)
Your left with no one to blame, your left with no one to scold.
(are we any closer? are we any closer, closer?)
You never quite got it right, I want you out of my sight.
Find someone else to lay on your inhibitions.
Is that what you call "righteous religion"?
Well, goodness me, oh my! would you look at this mess?
Truth be told, I always hated chess but,
My boy, you're just a pawn and I can't help but tell you that you've got it all wrong.
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