Playing Bowies With Me
(Little David Boy)
One more strive
of the drink and drive
with the crashes within
one gets hound
the other one rebounds
and no prize to win
you trip and stumble
as you try to juggle
those staged sorries
like papercuts
they just build up
one slower defeat
what is there left to prove?
is there something left to lose?
you've been playing bowies with me
tell me who are you supposed to be
cuz i don't know you anymore
rabbits out of hats
the amazing trapeze cats
it won't do it for me
cus i can perceive
the tricks up ur sleeve
your magician days are gone
what is there left to prove?
is there something left to lose?
you've been playing bowies with me
tell me who are you supposed to be
cuz i don't know you anymore
what is there left to prove?
is there something left to lose?
you've been playing bowies with me
tell me who are you supposed to be
what is there left to prove?
is there something left to lose?
you've been playing bowies with me
tell me who are you supposed to be
cuz i don't know you anymore
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