Unextraordinary Gentlemen - The Drop lyrics

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Unextraordinary Gentlemen - The Drop

Remember they will remember you not how you lived

Remember they will remember what you could not give

Always looking out for others was my first mistake

All things to all cost us all more than you think

Mark my words, my dear

You and I have you and me to fear

Here we are at the drop

I am the cream what make your days grow sour

The hour has come I am changing your gold to lead

I should have known you were never one for fighting

I curse your virtue

How could I have trusted you?

Mark my words, my dear old friend

You and I are getting closer to an end

Here we are at the drop

You believe in taking the easy way

I believe in synchronicity

You believe in things I cannot see

I believe in the power of hypocrisy

I am the grain what make the bread go bitter

The winter has come

No more field of dreams

Your kind will delight to my demise

I curse your virtue

A curse on your virtue a curse on your virtue a curse of your virtue

Mark my words my dear

You and I have you and me to fear

Here we are at the drop- at the drop

Mark my words my dear

You and I have you and me to fear

Here we are at the drop

Mark my words my dear

You and I have you and me to fear

Here we are at the drop

Mark my words my friend

You and I are getting closer to an end

You will have your turn at the drop