Don't sell me anything

Your one time offer so uncalled for

You call it piece of mind

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Cause I can see your house from here

Now leaves have fallen dear

I can see you're just a little privateer

As your confession draws more near

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Time and again I find I'm listless

Or rather fistless

In time oh that's what I find

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So carry me to Mecca

With what you may divine

Take me with you take me with you

Don't leave me behind

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Oh cause I I don't want your life insurance

Home moto health flood and fire insurance

Oh just make please make this basic inference

And speak of me in the present tense

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Oh cause I I can see your ship from here

Now the weather so bright and clear

I can see you're just a little profiteer

As your confession draws more near

As your confession draws more near

As your confession draws more near