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Yeah, but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud

And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violent waste

Can you see what you've done to my heart
And soul...
This is a wasteland now

We spies, we slow hands
Put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself

Now

I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars

But I am married to your charms and grace
I'd just be crazy like the good old days
You make me wanna pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can't you see what you've done to my heart
And soul...
This is a wasteland now

We spies, yeah, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
Killer for hire, you know not yourself

[instrumental]

We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
We retire like nobody else

We spies, intimate slow hands
Killer for hire, you know not yourself
We spies, intimate slow hands
You let the base slap around the shelf (?)