From the recording No Rhyme
Lyrics
Just another victim of circumstance
You probably think I've got ants in my pants but I
Could never turn my head away
I never look away
Come inside my place I'm
Dying for a taste of a
Misfit love I can't replace
??? is not commonplace
Running everything 'til I win the race
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Don't spend it all in one place