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Confusion
Just go ahead and sell me short
Like the candyman on the corner pitching a dollar a dime
The same blood will course through my scorching veins
I won't buy into your killing crime
Like a clown having to paint on a smile
When his tears could flood the Nile
Every step I take towards you
You step back a desert mile
Your whispers cut my heart like lasers cut through glass
Why won't you just let up and let this go at last
Like the ocean on fire and rain on the sun
I'll carry my tube of lipstick
But I'll also have a gun
Graffiti on the corner, turning into modern art
All I have to do is tear this place apart
Roses wilted in a vase some twenty years ago
And everything you wish you knew, you already know.
