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I cut my nails to the quick
But still
I was caught with my hand in the till
Give me something
Give me anything
The threat of everything
(is when it becomes) Nothing at all
Fingers reaching
The trophy swelling
And that's when
Desire trips me up
Got a new technique
Money lets the pieces fit where they fall
And privilege - it sanctions everything
Security - a net under it all
My fingers reaching
The trophy swelling
And that's when
Desire trips me up
I cut my nails to the quick
But still
I was caught with my hand in the till
Red-handed.
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