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Your wine it tastes so sweet
But its no affaire damour
I can hear the ghosts of 14th St.
As they are running out the door
Cant you see you have no connections
Its plain to see you have no connections
Youre oblivious to me
As you climb out the top of some truck limousine
Still filming your scene
Youre talking way too loud
But theres nothing to exchange
You prefer to dine with your own crowd
Out there grazing on the range
Oh cant you see you have no connections
Its plain to see you have no connections
No connections
Its plain to see you have no connections
Youre oblivious to me
Now youre talking in the dark through my favorite scene
My favorite scene