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Your Own Worst Enemy
It's your own worst enemy Ringing the bell on the door And the person inside says nobody's home So your own worst enemy peeks inside And sees you softly weeping as some music fills the room And the song they play Is that guy with the messed up face Going, precious and few are the moments that you And your own worst enemy share Full bottle in front of me Time to roll up my sleeves And get to work And after many glasses of work I get paid in the brain And the song they play Is that guy with the messed up face Going, precious and few are the moments that you And your own worst enemy share And the song they play Is that guy with the messed up face Going, precious and few are the moments that you And your own worst enemy share It's your own worst enemy These lyrics are copyrighted material, and its use has not been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. I have set this up as an archive for not-for-profit use, which I consider "fair use" under Title 17, Chapter 1, Section 107 of the US Copyright Law. No one is allowed to use any information on this site for any reason other than private study, scholarship, or research without permission of the copyright holder. As a consequence, any commercial use of this material is prohibited. If the copyright owner deems this site a violation of fair use, the infringing material will be taken down immediately, no questions asked. (Please contact me at webmaster@davidkjones.net in that event.) Furthermore, you can't really experience this work by just reading the lyrics. Buy the albums, if you don't have them already. |
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