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Never Cry Wolf
Dark Time Sunshine
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Reva DeVito
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You know I have pointed at you and I
I left, I left, because you really believed I was hurt
Yes, you came running as if I deserved your time.
All this time, all this time, all this time, all your time.
Iโm gonna cry, open the sky,
Because I know your black magic is a white lie.
But with the sun, head on my gun
No need to resort to violence if I donโt come, come.
You donโt understand that I will take you where the wolf lies dead.
She not a wolf anymore,
Why donโt you cry about it? Much more tame, Tawny Kitaen,
Cry about it. Write your name upon a white snake with a sharpie,
Put a plus with a name right next to yours, malarky.
But it isnโt so you etch it in a tree in hopes that everybody stumbles upon it when walking home
See, want everybody to know youโre going steady like a plastic surgeonโs hand,
Are you ready for the rice and confetti.
Mixing it in with this rain, why donโt you cry about it?
The augumented pleasure that goes with pain,
Hocus pocus, aim sheer, good day, locomotive, train, all aboard again,
Marty McFly Nike, party with five micโs, electric chair ride going once or twice, lightning.
For shock value the hal no longer happens, we mean it this time, letโs go,
Dorothy get them heels clackinโ.
I took my time now to think about what Iโve become
Donโt have to change me, look at this lady,
Are you listening, canโt you hear me calling?
I need to know now.
Photographic memory ruining boogie monster,
I wonโt forget the name no wimpering the true impostor.
They wanna cry about it.
Have you come running with a chandelier to put upon the neck, good will hunting.
I heard that yelp, way before the critics chimed in at frequency only a dog could hear,
So I climbed in.
Smothered that wolf mother with a sad pillow
โtill the cries of the lambs began to teeter on crescendo.
Sad day when I got to use mass saving, skating round the issue while fencing, touchรฉ!
To skill your sports, man, the search of the fox,
My basset hound still basketville, sipping on scotch,
The finer things in life we never cry about.
Only watch, listen and learn,
I bet on horse number seven, was seven in line, give it a go,
Gentle woman no fibs or weโll be forced to focus on
Thugging like libbin Freddy Gibbs.
Iโm gonna cry, open the sky,
Because I know your black magic is a white lie.
But with the sun, head on my gun
No need to resort to violence if I donโt come, come.
You donโt understand that I will take you where the wolf lies dead.
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