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Andrew Bird Lyrics

12. The Privateers



Don't sell me anything
Your one time offer is so uncalled for
You call it Peace of Mind

Cause I can see your house from here
Now all the leaves have fallen dear
I can see
You're just a little privateer
As your confession draws more near

Time and again I find I'm listless
Or rather fistless
In time
That's what I find

So carry me to Mecca
With what you may divine
Take me with you
Take me with you don't leave me behind

Cause I don't want your life insurance
Home auto health flood or fire insurance
Oh just make please make this basic
inference
And speak of me in the present tense

Cause I can see your house from here
Now all the weather's so bright and clear
I can see you're just a little profiteer
As your confession draws more near


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