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Format lyrics : "Dear Boy"

You're not made
For this, dear boy
You're not made

For this, dear boy

We watch the stock drop

They say we're just high in octane
I want to exchange
Hits for a testament

And this will be
My sacrifice
Up in the clouds

Pick up the tab
Put me down
Now gently, just drop me

Cause this not a gallery
She takes me seriously
What a joke, she would know

If she wasn't too scared
To pick up the phone and call me


You're not made
For this, dear boy
You're not made

For this, dear boy

The crime fits

The punishment
And an ice cold sal
Stabbing demons at dusk

She says well
Whom do you trust?
I don't trust anyone

Who do you trust
I don't trust nobody
Not even her?

No, not even me
Oh please, you're not


Thank you lightly for decieving
All the people that believe in me
Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding

Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding
If I came to learn one thing from this
It's that people from Long Island

Aren'at as old as they seem
They're older then they seem to be


I turn my back to the mirror
All you see is my back
It's leaving you somewhere

Lethal to make a red dot
Let's see what you got
Ready or not, here goes

The crime fits the punishment

You're not made

For this, dear boy
You're not made
For this, dear boy


You're not made
For this, dear boy

You're not made
For this, dear boy


You're not made
For this, dear boy
You're not made

For this, dear boy

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