Bruce Hornsby - Tag

[Verse 1]
I stepped on a crack and tilted the world
I swept in and left them a swirl
If all you wanted was a thrill
Just leave your keys on the sill
Just received late word
Pestilence takes its turn
Rollin' in deep
Tapping fingers you said to me
Triflin' flicted mess
Creating animosity

[Chorus]
Playing tag and now you're it
Kick the can and dodge the mitt
Fun and games in pestilence
We could use, use some kindly kindliness
Still shake your fist
A kind of gritted bliss
There will, thеre will, there'll bе
Be a time for this

[Verse 2]
I stepped on a track and shifted to blur
I was It, with a demon purr
You were drawn to my chase and touch
A spectral power in my bone-hand crush
Then everything goes south
Solipsistic reverie over and out
A humble brag is never that
Final times, we'll have our eschatological raps
[Chorus]
Playing tag and now you're it
Kick the can and dodge the mitt
Better times please come quick
We could use, use some kindly kindliness
Still shake your fist
A kind of gritted bliss
There will, there will, there'll be
Be a time for this

[Chorus]
Playing tag and now you're it
Kick the can and dodge the mitt
Better times please come quick
We could use, use some kindly kindliness
Still shake your fist
A kind of gritted bliss
There will, there will, there'll be
Be a time for this

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