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Give yourself a little competition
I can see it flarin’ up in your eyes.
Give yourself a moment to remember
All the trailing looses ends you’ve left behind.
And I keep on a wondering
How the odds around you are kept so high.
And give yourself a little competition
It’s the only thing that’ll get you by.

Keep the wound salted,
It’s what you’ve always wanted.
Keep the wound salted…

Suddenly I’ve lost communication
And you swear that it’s all a mistake.
But you must really like the situation
Coz the clean break you wanted is now in your face.
She looked at you, then at the room,
Then at the state she’s been living in.
But suddenly I reel in to position
It’s the news you held so highly paid.

Keep the wound salted,
ItÃAnts Marching


He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends, the week begins

She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
And these crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well, his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming...

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged,
No time to exchange when...
All the little ants are marching
Red and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way, yeah
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss programs
Cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut cut
On the fence, try not to offend
Cut cut, cut cut

Take these chances
Place them

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