Neverland

Eyes are sober and this is the plan
 I'm sitting in a car heading Neverland
 A fancy man a fancy man
 He's pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand
 Eyes are hazel but far too cold
 Looking out for love
 But none of us can
 Where's the monkey that I've been told of
 I'm staring at the money
 That burns in my hand
 I'm dancing for dollars
 And for a fancy man
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 Come right over
 I'll knock on your shoulder
 This is a story and this is what I've planned
 An angry man an angry man
 Nothing is more fatal than an angry man
 Vulnerable heights
 Feed the hand that bites me
 Following the steam into another room
 Standing in the corner
 Is this my home
 Showing us love that none of us can
 I'm singing for money
 That burns in my hand
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 Tell me
 Will I make it home tonight
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 I'm doing it for dollars and for a fancy man
 I've got a lot of money that burns in my hand