The Pacifiers - At All

So you make a point of not knowing
When the nukes are coming
Like the treasures of a desert kingdom
You’ll be swept away
I can spend a month in my head
In an hour
Another night alone in your bed
But you don’t mind
At all
Babe, if you got
Any thinner
You’d be tearing up
At the sight of dinner
I didn’t think you did this kind of thing
Anymore
I didn’t think you did this kind of thing
Anymore
At all
At all
Nothing hits harder than a
Truck driver’s daughter
You loaded me in boxes like I was
A lamb for slaughter
I had a lonely vision of us
Mother and father
I wasn’t in a position to be
Out of place
At all
I didn’t think you
Had it in you
But God knows how to
Breed a winner
I didn’t think you did this kind of thing
Anymore
I didn’t think you did this kind of thing
Anymore
At all
At all

Written by:
Conor Lynch

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