Text: The View. Grace.

I know it?s not your time yet but I see you coming over the hill,
Blaming everything on me is that the way you get your kicks and your thrills,
You should spare a little time for your mind and then your body and soul.
You act a little crazy but I know you?ve got it under control,
And this is me trying to be kind I want you to know,
This whole banging on the roof and stamping on the floors getting old.

Lets come to an agreement there?s no need to get the police involved,
A minor little headache can be cured by a little resolve,
And this is me trying to be kind, I want you to know,
You seem to pardon all my favors now,

SOMETIMES!

I?m a sober boy and you?re a lonely girl,
So lets give it up and stay out of each other?s worlds


Is there any need in bringing in the butchers for a bit of a scare
I?ve had so many hidings in this city that they?ve stopped being rare,
This is me trying to be kind I want you to know,
You seem to pardon all my favors now

SOMETIMES!

I?m a sober boy and you?re a lonely girl,
So lets give it up and stay out of each other?s worlds
I?m a sober boy and you?re a lonely girl,
So lets give it up and stay out of each other?s worlds

Lets make our peace, stand in one line,
Or hold on to these, grudges for time.

SOMETIMES!

I?m a sober boy and you?re a lonely girl,
So lets give it up and stay out of each other?s worlds
I?m a sober boy and you?re a lonely girl,
So lets give it up and stay out of each other?s worlds

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