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New York, New York

Praise and Worship

I got a sharp stick, I keep in my pocket I speak volumes never utter a word When you strike a match, a fire will happen But the line between the smoke and the flames get blured Don't you see the writing on the wall(Don't you see the writing on the wall) You're in way over your head You're gonna drown in the things that you said Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before But words are cheap, but lies are ment to kill Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before And all your words are too big to take It's a paradox, A mystery, A riddle A door in your face and only I have the key Do understand, you'll be caught in the