Disparity in Harmony.

A desperate man
Will do desperate things
With no guarantee
That these desperate things
They’ll never happen again

Tie his hands, tape his mouth
Nothings blinds a man
Like desperate, desperate thoughts
And nothing binds a man
Like desperate, desperate knots

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