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Tekster: Spoon. Gimme Fiction. The Infinite Pet.

Hung up and bent on a stranger
Just trying to swing a full time ride
I never knew the cold hand of danger
Till I met this one and took it inside

Now, I can?t get near it
Don?t want to hear it, my cover?s blown
I walked in the rain like a drone
All the way to Marquette, the infinite pet

I got something to tell you
Far outside the black and white
Oh, I got something I want to tell you
But who will receive it tonight?

When I got up I cut my neck rug off
Resigned my name to the ranks
Of the blamed and the scoffed
Cursing the day I met, the infinite pet
Comes when you pirouette, the infinite pet

Hung up and bent on a stranger
Just trying to hit a full time ride
I never knew the cold hand of danger
Till I met this one and took it inside

I sat back, I put my neck shirt on
Resigned myself to the fate
Of the failed and the conned
Just like that day I met, the infinite pet

Cheaper than all your threats
The infinite pet
Comes when you pirouette
The infinite pet
How'd you pay back that debt
The infinite pet

The infinite pet
The infinite pet
Oh, the infinite pet
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