Two Birds from Scarcity by Lighthearted Head Lightheaded Heart

Take me out to the outskirts. Tell me something that I don't know. He's a false prophet and such a flirt. Everyone's praying for a no-show.

Save me a penny for all your thoughts. Sail me a down a river with two birds. He's a dead-ringer. Catch and kill. Everyone's searching for the right words.

And I'm never going to run. All I do is run.

Concrete's in my blood - a DNA of pouring mud. It's crystal clear. Lay the tile, let the mortar set. Handsome devils fear to tread. How cavalier.

What is the magic word? Who is the go-between? The longest note ever heard. The brightest light ever seen.

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