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FretlessHe's got his work and she comes easyThey each come around when the other is goneMe, I think I got stuck somewhere in betweenI wouldn't confide in the Prodigal SonThe die has been cast, the battle is wonThe bullets were blanks, a double aught gunI couldn't admit to a minute of funThey come and they come and they come and they comeI accepted with a gentle tongueNo words spoken, no need to speakTake it, stomp twice, ring the bellTether that ring and phraseEnough with the rifle and talk alreadyWe all know what it meansTake this conversation to your great divideI can only swallow what I ateAnd I don't hate himAnd I don't hate herThey come and they come and they come and they comeI accepted with a gentle tongueNo hear tbroken, no need to speak(Don't talk to me)Don't talk to me about being alone(Don't talk to me)Don't talk to me about being alone(Don't talk to me)Don't talk to me about being aloneReach for each other before you leaveReach peace with an E-A-CDon't threaten me with a gentle teaseDon't threaten me with angryPlease, please, pleaseDon't try to tell me what I am(Talk to me)Don't talk to me(Talk to me)Don't talk to me