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Can you treat it like an oil well
When it’s underground, out of sight?
And if the sight is just a whore sign
Can it make enough sense to me?
Pretend the table is a trust knot
We’ll put our labels down, faith is down
I’ll watch some yards of twine unravel
And you’ll never get it back
It’s what I want (it’s what I want)
It’s what I want (twine comes down)
It’s what I want (it’s what I want)
Don’t you know, I could make you try
Make you try [3x]
I’ve been crowned the king of it, and it is all we have
So wait to hear my words and they’re diamond sharp
I can open it up and it’s up and down
It’s what I want (it’s what I want)
I see your bag like a little dog [? ](ball of twine)
Don’t you know that it’s what I want (it’s what I want)
I’ll see your bag and it makes you try
Makes you try [3x]
I’ve been down, the king of it, is all we have
I’ve been down and I could wait to hear the words
They’re diamond sharp today
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