Weirdness Magnet

 Trust is a mighty fine thing to have A word, a deal, an arrangement of sorts Two fellow  men of equal value With all the best intent and no closet bones

 Scrape, you donīt lie, but tell me your half-truth, scrape

 Cling to some idea of mutuality Perfect the moment and settle down Old reflections die  young and fade Old ways-bad ways, bring the new republic

 Scrape, you donīt lie, but tell me your half-truth, scrape

 Can it be so hard

 Got something i canīt handle I wish i did, but iīm sorry I donīt want no excuses I trusted  you to keep your word

 All i got is suffocation Old strain of my education But despite all of location I will make  them suffer damnation
 Got something i canīt handle I wish i did, but iīm sorry I donīt want no excuses I trusted  you to keep your word

 Music: Palm, Lundqvist, Bandic. Lyrics: Daniel Palm


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