Correction Paroles Innuendos par Kyle Morton

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Yeah, you changed out of me
As one would change to a new pair of shoes
And I see the fashions changing with the seasons
And no, love is not immune
With a hat in my hand I'm standing naked
Show what little you will lose
But there are no hard feelings
I'm outgrowing
My own style too

There are birds in the front yard
I feed them breadcrumbs from my bathrobe
In the morning
I stand admiring the colors
How is it you...you get to keep
What you are born in?
But of course that's just your nature
As is mine to cover up my points of origin
Oh, but there are no hard feelings
Fly away
I resign myself to the pavement

The only thing concealed
Is that there's nothing to conceal
It's the bluff that structures everything
You were sleeping behind the wheel
But if you want to strip it down
Want to pare that apple peel
You'll see you wanted some love
And just a measure of

Violent
Sex
Appeal

I am driving when out of nowhere
A madman nearly separates me from all my sorrows
And in that moment I could have murdered
Had a gun availed itself in my lapse of morals
But then he pulls up to me and says
I am sorry, man, that was altogether my fault
I stop. I say there are no hard feelings, of course
Only soft ones - likely gone by tomorrow

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