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All of my friends
Not the ones Ive got
Everyone has run out hot and cold and hot
Monkeys got fire
Feathers on the top
Burning giant mandolin
Over the pigeon drop
Oldest game around
Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand
Oldest game around
Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand
The air is perfumed
Burning much too slow
Filling up the room
Stumbling like a rose
Standing on the street
Watching the time roll past
You can smell the love
And its disappearing fast
Oldest game around
Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand
Oldest trick in town
Newest game around
Sleight of hand
Its a symphony of growls
A private collection of invisible howls
The oldest game around
A little sticky and totally sound
The air is perfumed
Burning much too slow
Filling up the room
Stumbling like a rose
Oldest game around
Newest trick in town
Sleight of hand