Umphrey's McGee - Dark Brush

We were overstaying, it was like a
Dream come true
Penciled in the timing
You know pens are only for fool
Drift around when you want it
Never seem to follow the rules

Enough of my talking, never be misunderstood
(If you need help, dial the operator)
Then you crept in my back door
Now I know that you're pissed off
Want to put your hands round my throat
You looked like the devil

It was something I could see right through
Now I caught you counting the seconds until I'm through
Then you crept through my back door
Then you crept through my back door
Then you crept through my back door
(Are you talking to me?)

Written by:
Jacob Allen Cinninger

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Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing

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