Well just the other day
While alone in my room
I've cut a new life slice
I said to myself
And they'll shake their manes in confusion
I need something new
And feed the lions twice My love
My love's in vain My love
It'll come up fine
And tapping in time
Put a bet on everything
You got a pretty face
My fingers are crossed
Such a pretty pretty face
You can brush your own mane
Fame is your pain
Maybe an older woman Will show me a way
'Cause reasons are with gods
To ease those creases
And crave no reasons
There's a heaven within me
But we all shake our manes in confusion Should I grab you by the collar
Or just go my way
With a knife between my clean white teeth
Don't want your feather in my cap
Don't care about that
Fame is your painYou can brush your own mane.
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