love is not a debtor's prison, you don't have to serve a sentence to pay back what you've been given
now i live in fear of your schizophrenic genius, it's a tempestuous despot that i can't seem to propitiate
now i feel your provoking me with your fidelity
that your loyalty and affections are somehow a vulpine act of hostility
now we're a bore, we're afternoon tv,this thing our minds are screaming to defy
how can i bury this rebellion while proving that i'm, you know, still your rock and roll ally
once more i turn to my crutch for counsel and it won't disappoint me
i know it's the shadow cast by what's looming and not the thing in itself that engenders fear
i was dreaming of the hunt, you clapped your hands sharply twice to wake me up
darkness was gripping the sky, i knew i could still be your rock and roll ally
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