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Annuals Lyrics

3. Complete, Or Completing



Well I know 
I ain't spoken of love in 
a coon's age.
But i can't help it now.
Just helping myself to 
whatever i can.

I chose 
the softest 
kind of dove 
to chase around, 
to place bound and stout 
in a pose 
of arrogance, and loneliness, 
of cleanliness.

Silence all the clocks tonight.
It's show time, with drinks to spill.
Hear my mouth, I've got the sounds 
to send you back home with peace of mind.

Well I pace myself 
when marching 
because I tangle up 
my legs if I don't 
slow down, 
and look at my woman; 
remember that everything is round, 
complete, or completing.

Silence all the clocks tonight.
It's show time, with drinks to spill.
Hear my mouth, I've got the sounds 
to send you back home with peace of mind


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