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Feet Sweeper, Sweep My Feet

The Freewheelin’ Troubadour

You say you’re trying to find your feet,
but sweeping mine away,
The roots that we have laid together
aren’t good for you today.

Know your arguments, for arguments sake,
‘cause your pointless points I just can’t take,
and if you’d rather have a break,
then sit alone and eat your cake.

If you want to walk, that’s fine
but please don’t ask for more,
I give you all I want to give,
but it’s not enough I’m sure.

Your species always acts this way,
these times they go in spells,
one minute it’s the devils door,
the next it’s wedding bells.

So save a cheery thought for me,
your foe that you throw in tonights show.
For I shall spare you a kiss tonight,
where I’ll be tomorrow, I don’t know.

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26/04/07