You’ll paint yourself with clay
And be red with regret
Men will hunt you like an animal
But all the girls will think you’re special
I’ve got time like you’ve got lies
I’ll wait here for a lifetime
I won’t hesitate to call your name out
To spit it into the wind
I dream about the love we’ll make
The blows I’ll take once this downward spiral ends
I’ve got a master plan
I’ve got the best intentions
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