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Bruce Hornsby

7

I stepped on a crack and tilted the world

I swept in and left them aswirl

If all you wanted was a thrillJust leave your keys on the sill

Just received late word

Pestilence takes its turn

Rollin′ in deep

Tapping fingers, you said to me

Triflin' ′flicted mess

Creating animosity

Playing tag and now you're it

Kick the can and dodge the mitt

Fun and games in pestilence

We could use, use some kindly kindliness

Still shake your fist

A kind of gritted bliss

There will, there will, there'll be

Be a time for this

I stepped on a track and shifted to blur

I was it, with a demon purr

You were drawn to my chase and touch

A spectral power in my bone-hand crush

Then everything goes south

Solipsistic reverie over and out

A humblebrag is never that

Final times, we′ll have our eschatological raps

Playing tag and now you′re it

Kick the can and dodge the mitt

Better times please come quick

We could use, use some kindly kindliness

Still shake your fist

A kind of gritted bliss

There will, there will, there'll be

Be a time for this

Playing tag and now you′re it

Kick the can and dodge the mitt

Better times please come quick

We could use, use some kindly kindliness

Still shake your fist

A kind of gritted bliss

There will, there will, there'll be

Be a time for this

Playing tag and now you′re it

Kick the can and dodge the mitt