The Other Man's a Poet
Bottom out and rocket home your nerves
Release the silence from your verbs
I'm a devil but I'm haloed just as well
Can't you tell
A man will meet you in the street
Speaking rhythms, sounding just as sweet
Never really giving you a chance
To see his hands red like mine were supposed to be
Years ago
Release the silence from your verbs
I'm a devil but I'm haloed just as well
Can't you tell
A man will meet you in the street
Speaking rhythms, sounding just as sweet
Never really giving you a chance
To see his hands red like mine were supposed to be
Years ago
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Writer(s): Aaron Schmidt
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