We all feel the hand upon our throats
The fools believe what the infidels don’t
Cursed, the rooms I’ve wandered through
The motel beds and the frat parties too
Because I wasn’t there
Gone for some fresh air
Oh you see I sensed success
Failure, love and all the heavy scents
But oh but luck can change
When pushed too hard you make believe
To see something you could never see
Because I wasn’t there
Wishing pools and deeper wells
Guys and dolls and dizzy spells
We all feel the hand upon our throats
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