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Cinco minutos con vos
It's ugly, it's ugly not
Honey in the rock, money in the pot
As it begins to simmer down, thickening the plot
It's hard to say if anyone was listening or not
Look at you and me and the devil, three's company
I'ma be below sea level, please come for me
Loving you is where it's at, look what you've done for me
If I told you you'd feel high, then you'd jump for me, right?
You catch more flies with sugar than you do with shit
A wise woman told me while clutching her crucifix
I don't really have an excuse for this elusiveness
I stole a moment of truth, mutual exclusiveness
Like water and grease, warfare and peace
To crave sweet revenge and find sweet release
In the thrill of a victory, agony is defeat
The man that I was meant to be is passing me in the street
The dark horse marched forth, going further off course
Never mind, I lost mine when you lost yours
One life, one death, which would cost more?
Crawling on a parquet floor, doing parkour
To be alarmed by the sounds of a foghorn
What I need is closure, I'm getting my epilogue on
You're Mississippi goddamn, but I'm doggone
You never miss a good thing until it's long gone
Brandishing a heater, suddenly I had this
Urge to reemerge just to brush away the ashes
Passive aggression, aggressively passive
Loading my weapon while I'm checking for your address
Crucible, crazy what the temperature can do to you
Five minutes left until the last dance, beautiful
Cinco minutos con vos
I stood at the curb, trying not to disturb
The dark carnival crew
In a glittering voice, bar of this and rejoice
As the casualties are but few
Gonna tell you now, before I forget myself
I could let you loose, but the key won't undo the lock
In the face of the clock, seemed to mirror and mock
These five minutes with you
And when the clock strikes, time comes to life
The slightest oversight cuts like a knife
Against my better judgment, I had sacrificed
The very last chance encounter with my future wife
Searching for the love of Christ, purchasing the merchandise
Lurching through the curtains, trying to hide what I was hurting like
Pretty certain that some person's gotta die tonight
And that there is no hiding the truth in the guiding light
No confidential info, me llamo pensamiento
Who you call an angel of death is like my only kinfolk
My heavy bleeding heart is adding injury to insult
And I would gladly kill for just a five-minute intro
Ode to felonious conduct of his holiness
Courtin' lil' homies, less than ceremonious
Orchids, begonias, eyes like Apollonius
Looking like she just seen a ghost like Pretty Tony is
Miserable, visible bully like the Gooch
Better be continually and fully sniper-proof
A hunter with a gun in his hood, he likes to shoot
For a moment, I just sat by the door like the spook
Watching time tick, counting down like a convict
Wishing that my trigger finger was non-responsive
Or that the overcoat that I donned was non-stick
Or that my mental wasn't this far beyond sick
Brandishing a heater, suddenly I had this
Fever wasn't me or either, some sort of madness
Napoleon complex, his royal badness
Loading my weapon while I'm checking for your address
Estúpido, half-man, half-marsupial
Blood-splattered cashmere afghan, beautiful
Five minutes with you
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