The Privateers
Quelle: Spotify
Don't sell me anything
Your one time offer, so uncalled for
You call it piece of mind
Cause I can see your house from here
Now leaves have fallen, dear
I can see you're just a little privateer
As your confession draws more near
Time and again, I find I'm listless
Or rather, fistless
In time, oh, that's what I find
So carry me to Mecca
With what you may divine
Take me with you, take me with you
Don't leave me behind
Oh cause I, I don't want your life insurance
Home, moto, health, flood, and fire insurance
Oh, just make, please make this basic inference
And speak of me in the present tense
Oh cause I, I can see your ship from here
Now the weather, so bright and clear
I can see you're just a little profiteer
As your confession draws more near
As your confession draws more near
As your confession draws more near
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