Don't sell me anything
Your one time offer so uncalled for
You call it piece of mind
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Cause I can see your house from here
Now leaves have fallen dear
I can see you're just a little privateer
As your confession draws more near
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Time and again I find I'm listless
Or rather fistless
In time oh that's what I find
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So carry me to Mecca
With what you may divine
Take me with you take me with you
Don't leave me behind
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Oh cause I I don't want your life insurance
Home moto health flood and fire insurance
Oh just make please make this basic inference
And speak of me in the present tense
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Oh cause I I can see your ship from here
Now the weather so bright and clear
I can see you're just a little profiteer
As your confession draws more near
As your confession draws more near
As your confession draws more near