Spare Hearts Exit Mouse Live from the Office
New song I ve been working on. Not perfect, but solid. Might rerecord when the con crud subsides. Spare Change, Spare Parts Old Hands, Warm Heart Spare Change, Spare Hearts You pant like a dog in the wounded sun And your breath s fogging up the air. Your coat turns from russet to gray, Bit by bit. You chant at the moon like your song is done And you re trying to make amends, Your furrowed palms on display. I know you re afraid Of making a big mistake. But you re just what I need. Spare me the fear We re all that we have right here Our bad is good for me. I m a broken boy, cause I play too hard Spare parts made of mud and glass. I jigsaw my way into you. You re a tired man with forsaken dreams Spare change on the back seat floor, But your whiskers kiss my heart. I know you re afraid Of lust for loving s sake But I m just what you need. Spare me t
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