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Fugazi - Two Beats Off lyrics
I cut my nails to the quick But still i was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed. Give me something, Give me anything The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all Fingers reaching, trophy swelling That's when desire trips me up. Got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall. Privilege - it sanctions everything. Security - a net under it all. My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling That's when desire trips me up. I cut my nails to the quick But still I was caught with my hand in the till. Red-handed |
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