Seatbelt Line (The)
Terminal 117
Well I'm stickin with the subtletyTheir all cover in these linesWhen the most we can make of itWhen you don't get enough time, to speakIts not worth keepin upAnd its barely worth the heartAnd the way that you say these thingsThats whats keepin you so hard to pleaseIf I recall what we expect from thisThen the name would make its senseBut theres something in the roomAnd they'll be calling out your nameIts not what you were singin That keeps stinkin in my headIts axe against the chainAnd the company you ledPardon meIts exactly what you had planned out for meEver still just to catch up with historyAnd so sweetly
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