Absolutin' from Selfie - (2014) by Bill Burke

Hey, look now
Hey, look now
An apparition's at your side
Don't get wigged
I'm at the wrong gig
Now I've got some time to hide

So I'll tell you
A tidbit or two
Things to open up those eyes
But if you doubt
Can't figure it out
Feel free to call them lies

Oh, ambition or tolerance, courage so cool
And humility castle's your king
But you're on thin ice
Any virtue can vice, babe
And none can fix everything

Ain't that wise
You're so specialized
There's a point in every game
When one-track rails
Are destined to fail
Then you'd have yourself to blame

Now the plate-spinner man had a practical plan
So your reach had a shot at brass rings
It's one nasty price
When a virtue goes vice
Baby, none can fix everything

Oooooo absolute is the cat's meow these days
Oooooo absolute and ya live your world a world away

Now the plate-spinner man had a practical plan
So your reach had a shot at brass rings
But it won't be nice
When a virtue goes vice, babe
And none can fix everything

Though it's patience or vigilance shining on stage
Ya consider the rest in the wings
Cuz it's all thin ice
Any virtue can vice, babe
And none can fix everything

Yes, it's all thin ice
Any virtue can vice, babe
And none can fix everything

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo ect.

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