Go On

Come and see me
In my office
I'm the demon
With a limp wrist

Come and meet me
At your own risk
I'm the reason
For your cold fits

I need to stop believing
In what you tell me to
I need to start conceding
I'm what I am to you

She's the meaning
Of a pessimist
I'm the aching
from your slipped disc

You're the cold sore
Under my lip
I'm the reason for your limp wrist

I need to stop believing
In what you tell me to
I need to start conceding
I'm what I am to you

Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on

Come and see me
In my office
I'm the demon
With a limp wrist

Come and meet me
At your own risk
I'm the reason
For your cold fits

I need to stop believing
In what you tell me to
I need to start conceding
I'm what I am to you

Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on
Go on



Credits
Writer(s): David Moore
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