His finger harp was broken
Played on my last phrenic nerve
Plucked on my retina
Put a hitch in my step
My world seemed cockeyed
No fault of his own
Pull those hips forward
Walk it off
Cockeyed
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His finger harp was broken
Played on my last phrenic nerve
Plucked on my retina
Put a hitch in my step
My world seemed cockeyed
No fault of his own
Pull those hips forward
Walk it off
Words Hurt 