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Broken down, under this heat,
Palms covering for me,
My nights are spent on going off,
But Iâd give it back without a thought
Iâm changing my mind whether tails or heads,
Iâm minding my change, using credit instead, but youâre
Sewing me up, washing the scalpel, running in circles a rat and an owl,
You are the one who wants me dead
Blame your heart for the things that cost,
More money than you lost,
The only thing that you can trust,
Is eventually youâve had enough
Iâm changing my mind whether tails or heads,
Iâm minding my change, using credit instead, but youâre
Sewing me up, washing the scalpel, running in circles a rat and an owl,
You are the one who wants me dead
My time in the dark, given nowhere to bloom,
Rat king of the park, got my tail all confused,
And who would have thought, what weâd curl up into
Rat king of the park, now weâre coming for you