5.Finders Fee
Shine my runners your porch sitter with your delicate friends
talking trendy with bitter
You still listen, you still listen to his harsh critiques and
his faulty blessings
But he's a hedge-marker, a hedge, hedge marker with his Sunday
veals replacing your harvest
And there's a finders fee to be made
And there's a finders fee to be paid
And if the finders fee is anxiety then you know what to do and
he knows what to do too
He's still worried, he's still worried, from his paranoid dreams
where he's revealed and foresaken
He knows he's a liar, a big big liar, and you sort of know it
too but are afraid to tell him
Because he still listens, he still listens when you come home
wounded, rubbing your blood on his blanket
And there's a finders fee to be made
And there's a finders fee to be paid
And if the finders fee is a clue then you will storch his soul
and you will burn the porch down
And there's a finders fee to be made
And there's a finders fee to be paid
And if the finders fee is anxiety then you know what to do and
he knows what to do too
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