Thanks For Your Time chords by Mathas

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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She
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sogged these sponge lungs in her black quicksand
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Rushed quicker than her backyard
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medicinal crack lab
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Could sail through the crowd to meet,
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greet and shake hands
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Death merchant and customer,
follow close to the backhand
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She wrapped a golden brown
body in a soup cup
Downgraded his sperm count
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mountains to molehills
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The whole field's facing a
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billboard for two -packs
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Every 24 hours, or a good crack at
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a pouch -eating cannibal
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Meditating an nually on animal instinct
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and all its modern trims
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Mind on the matter at hand
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when she rests there
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Index and forefinger cradle
her nest eggs
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You can live there, baby, I love you too
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Inhale the chest air, exhale the blues
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Now use every inch of your
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body clock to wake up
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And lock lips with me quickly
before the patch comes
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It's been emotional,
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thanks for your time
You're blowing smoke grates
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in a place of decline
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Picked you to be my top wet advice
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Guaranteed through the bitter
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divorce you'll be dressed nice
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You spread yourself around,
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I watch you with the boys
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Toying at their fingertips, coughing in time
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Quick campaign, day is so far sane
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One last kiss before I give
away my ashtray
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That pretty itch kept
me rested in a cynical
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Mission back -a -lax on
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the factors of the catacomb
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Two feet away from the backstabbers an
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d pro -stepper lessons of the sheep walk
Dollar sign, mine sight
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Her bright light and its flickering flame
Kept the pain of a boat crash
at arm's length mayday
And kept its passengers face
out of my dreams
While clicking in this rhythm between
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mystique heartbeats
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Breeze out would be a stout
and a drained face
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Chest of black rubies playin'
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Moldy
Urban
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Ripcage
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Kept peace with urb an decay
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The tripwire flipped smart when expired,
eight bucked him away
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Coffin now pinned in the box, shut
Sinkin' in the ground with
Australian flag,
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Drake the cocky fuck
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Never thought he ever had
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addictive personality
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But saddle on his back, baby,
will you marry me?
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It's been emotional,
thanks for your time
Your little brown pocket pouch
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in that pocket of  mine
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Lick you up the razor,
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roll you up the spine
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Light you on the tip of that spirit
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fixer death stick
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Princess, mistress an
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d black widow spider
Miner of my bank account
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and tax file biler
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Fin fun tantrum, book party anthem
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Will make you my wife if I
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could just find a lighter
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But I can never find a lighter
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No matter where I look
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There must be fifty in this house,
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I swear to
God
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Give me back this tin bowl of a
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body I've been dying for
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Give me back the health of all these
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senses I've been dying for
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Give me back that feeling when he died,
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the drug my life was worth
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See you weakly at me like you're
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really worth me dying for
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What am I dying for?
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you