You heard the crickets of the early eve
They lurk around the opening in two's & three's
Clementine told you not to move with the breeze
I'll take you down to places where we dare not speak
The red light in the doorway says she's armed
But boy go try your luck and you might get pass
Step into the dwelling of the liger's mouth
Peer into the panic for a kick and swell
You know you shouldn't be there but it's way past bed
There's comfort in the fingers of your good intent
You know you shouldn't be there
but your money's all spent
You've got your reputation and your good intent
Your good intent
wishing
waltz
under
turns
torture
swell
spent
speak
false
enough
early
fingers
death
habit
where
crickets
sowed
brace
through
bones
might
prowl
every
armed
counted
doorway
around
meant
heart
moment
breeze
dwelling
cascading
intent
shadow
playing
clementine
mouth
pulled
though
hunter
hypocrisy
nothing
pennies
light
tainted
strings
lying
night
comfort
opening
ordinary
heard
panic
there
places
sombre
reputation
broke
slipping
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