The Knife - The Knife - Neverland

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The Knife - The Knife - Neverland

Eyes are sober, this is the plan
Im sitting in a car heading Neverland
A fancy man, a fancy man
Hes pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand

Eyes are hazel, but far too cold
Looking out for love
But none of us can
Wheres the monkey that Ive been told of
Im staring at the money that burns in my hand
Im dancing for dollars
And for a fancy man

Come right over, Ill knock on your shoulder
This is a story and this is what Ive planned
An angry man, an angry man
Nothing is more fatal than an angry man

Vulnerable heights
Feed the hand that bites me
Following the steam into another room
Standing in the corner
Is this my home
Showing us love that none of us can
Im singing for money
That burns in my hand

Tell me
Will I make it home tonight

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