The Confession
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Don’t tell me anything… anyhow
Your contribution, proposed solution fails for now
Cause I can see your house from here
Now the leaves have fallen Dear
You’re such a little privateer
As your confession draws more near
Don’t sell me anything… of anykind
Your one time offers is so uncalled for
You call it piece of mind
But I don’t want your life insurance
Home auto health fire insurance
Just make this basic inference
Employ a little common sense
Time and again I find I’m listless or rather fistless
In time that’s what I find
Carry me to Mecca with what you may divine
Take me with you take me with you, you don’t leave me
Behind
Don’t tell me anything… anyhow
Your trite donation, commercialization
Won’t hold water now
Cause I can see your ship from here
Now the weather’s bright and clear
You’re such a little privateer
As your confessions draws near
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