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i oh i



sometimes it's time to

think about it

sometimes it's time to find time

it's not like you really lost it

like a lucky penny or your mind



a ghost of you is on her lips

a shattered glimpse of

when you'd play

leaving only silence

on another lonely day



but this is not the time

it's not the time to feel

you have your instuctions

now you better close the deal



step up i said step up

do you hear me

when i'm talking to you

i said step up you stupid little fool

too long in the game to not know

the rules

step up step up step up

don't even think about

thinking about

what you're going to do

step up step up no way

some dimple's

going to take you back to school



i oh why

i oh why



sometimes it's time to

think about it

sometimes it's time to find time

he may be her lucky penny

that she'll never get to shine



the streets between

them are melting

as he puts together the

bits of steel

he can still smell the

flowers she kissed

in a way that he could feel



but they sent you the money

her address and the day

and the usual intructions

the blow the mark away



step up i said step up do

you hear me

when i'm talking to you

i said, step up you stupid little fool

too long in the game to not know

the rules

step up step up step up

don't even think about

thinking about

what you're going to do

step up, step up no way

some dimple's

going to take you back to school



i oh i

i oh why

why oh why

why oh why



yes this is your body

yes this is your face

this is your truth

your hatred your disgrace

she may be a mirror

in jest of your mistakes

or a monster too

who could understand your place



she may be a mirror

she may be a mirror

she may be a mirror in