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Make It Work.

theres never trouble if your a pile of bones,
with socks that never stay up, and shoes that don’t leave home,
i’ve tasted it, every last drip and with every sip you fill my mind,
i could sail the seas in green envy, or maybe just sleep for a while,

because in time it will hurt, like mail that never comes
and you can cough up all the blood, that sleeps within your lungs
and i will try to make it work.

so the verdicts split, about my innocence that i lost in the heat of love,
and if its any excuse at least i had the proof before we gave it up
if your shoulder blades, cant mimic mine, then i guess we’ll call it tough,
but i miss you babe, come over - times are rough.

because in time it will hurt, like mail that never comes
and you can cough up all the blood, that lives within your lungs
and i will try to make it work

now the easy life ain’t no ‘abc’, you traded ‘hello’ - for ‘hey baby’
it’s not indiscreet it’s no childhood dream, but it does, what it does.
if a spades a spade at least we’ll have a hole,
six feet deep and covered to the bone,
and i walked the plank, out of control 


because in time it will hurt, like mail that never comes
and you can cough up all the blood, that lives within your lungs
and i will try to make it work

because in time it will hurt, like mail that never comes
and you can cough up all the blood, that lives within your lungs
and i will try to make it work