Don't come near me I don't wanna fall in love
I can tell a hunter's gun from a glimmer in the brush
You watch TV while I see us growing old
I can tell a creaseless fold from a wrinkle in the mold
I was strolling I was looking for a time
I can tell a sickly vine from the smoothest glass of wine
Don't come near me I don't wanna see your face
I can tell a hunter's gaze in the way you say my name
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