Track 2597/3Out Of Line

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I got ways to make you talk And I got fire guns in my rearview mirror Oh yeah, I'm Hallelujah, I saw his name I'm talkin' to the walls again Sure I am Well, don't do it again Where, where will we be then? Close your eyes and count to ten I'm out of here Oh-oh, you may be right out of line Cold and unkind, but Oh-oh, I got nothin' but you on my mind I just about had enough of all your colonial bluffin' Oh right, I don't think of me but her instead And I remember every word you ever said Well, damn it, I should have known That you could never find your way home When your concerns are not your own I'm out of here Oh-oh, you may be right out of line Cold and unkind, but Oh-oh, I got nothin' but you on my mind Oh, you may be right out of line Cold and unkind, but Oh-oh, I got nothin' but you on my mind She looked so pretty in that gar-ganzola dress Oh my God, amen But have you ever heard the Dolce Vita sing? Let me take you around again I wanna hold you accountable, explore the possibility And apply for higher order Oh, can you hear me? I wanna call you in the middle of the night And you're all wired up, thanks And do all those pretty things And all those changes