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von Belltown

Trust is a mighty fine thing to have A word, a deal, an arrangement of sorts Two fellow men of equal value With all the best intent and no closet bones

Scrape, you don't lie, but tell me your half-truth, scrape

Cling to some idea of mutuality Perfect the moment and settle down Old reflections die young and fade Old ways-bad ways, bring the new republic

Scrape, you don't lie, but tell me your half-truth, scrape

Can it be so hard

Got something I can't handle I wish I did, but i'm sorry I don't want no excuses I trusted you to keep your word

All I got is suffocation Old strain of my education But despite all of location I will make them suffer damnation
Got something I can't handle I wish I did, but i'm sorry I don't want no excuses I trusted you to keep your word