1, 2, Hey
Life is going my way
Going just as expected
Doing all that I say
For a man like me
Letting lying dogs be
If I’m more than you see
Then I’m yours, baby

Cool
Is it good
Can we meet
Like I should
Are we through
Are we done
Will our romance be
Gun

1, 2, Hey
Hanging on by my nails
Every dog has his day
Wind is filling my sails

Shot out the gate
Life’s a race to be won
With a fistful of hate
Listen out for the gun

It’s a trivial tide
When we’re hoping for more
Just enjoying the ride
‘Til we’re smacked with a door

For the choices we make
Chew us up like a bear
When I’m making mistakes
With my mind over there

(break)

I’m less affected
My intentions
I expected
Contentions
Understanding
All my failures
I’m demanding
My futures


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