QUARTERFINALS #4:
crashing vs. doldrums
Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
"In the above entitled actions
We find the defendant-"
Guilty (Guilty, guilty)
The tombstones were waiting
They were half-engraved
They knew it was over
They just didn't know the date
And I cast a spell over the west
To make you think of me
The same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
Happily ever after below the waist
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