They Will Call Songtext
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As he enters, mind is on a muddy rock
As he enters, hand slips off
Shoulder
Eyes roll back
Sooner or later they will call my number
Rather sooner than later
Driving past the boys on the corner
Making like I don't notice
Driving keeping out a good eye
Sitting low, hands out of view
As he enters, hand slips off
Shoulder
Eyes roll back
Sooner or later they will call my number
Rather sooner than later
Driving past the boys on the corner
Making like I don't notice
Driving keeping out a good eye
Sitting low, hands out of view
Three days, she cried when I told her
Three days, waiting for a summons. Criminal
There is no time like the present
And the nighttime is most certainly the right time
Home time. Keep the fire burning
You can't go on living like the way you been
Three days, waiting for a summons. Criminal
There is no time like the present
And the nighttime is most certainly the right time
Home time. Keep the fire burning
You can't go on living like the way you been
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