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*Dave's description*
"That's the story of the relationship between the journalist and the musician."
"Wind Up"
I have a choice between the bat and the belt
each time I hear about the hand you've been dealt
Spare me confession, it's confession you sell
maybe I'll fall behind but I don't mind, I'll catch up

I want a song that's indelible like manimal
I hope you never see me wind up

Will I be happy on the back of the shelf?
will you be happy when we're sharing a cell?
Spare me your questions since you know me so well
someday you'll realize that I get shy and I choke up

What's wrong with this animal, I'm terrible
I hope you never see me wind up

Farewell my sweet paramaina
my only promise is that I'll never tell
keep you at a distance from the things that I've felt
I'll bite the bullet, take the beating
until I take it all back anyway
what was I supposed to say?