Cut and Run

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See the man on the phone

With a gun in his hand

Sipping courage from a crystal cup

He's a man in the wrong

With a gun at his head

Pushes on and now it's time to cut and run

Time, passing so slowly

Still, as he sits, and he watches the sand slip through his hands

He demands something more

Something strong

Something savage and pure

One more twist of the knife, and it's time to cut and run

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He smiles as he draws on his last cigarette

And he tries to forget all that forces every move

He commands something new

Something strong

Something spiteful and true

One more twist of the knife, and it's time to cut and run

Cries on his tape so they might understand

Signs his farewell with a squeeze of his hand

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