The Thrill Of The Hunt

She's bright and you're bleak

Then she kicked you out into the street

You call her when you're weary and weak

And the coma you slip into

Will hold all this against you

You will learn to bite your tongue when you speak

You resolve all your sings

Start it all over again

Don't go home,

If you need to, you can call me from the road.

If you only noticed

You're dressed up and you're nervous

And we've well-rehearsed our burdens

You feel like nothing is complete

You're soulless and you're worthless

You'll be nothing until you notice

You can find regufe in anyone you meet

But don't go home

If you need to, you can call me from the road

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