This Low Commotion - Timber Timbre

What does it mean to be unhealthy badly, my love?

To be in a bad state so well

What does it mean to face desire so sadly?

To beg at the empty well

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I’m just a dog, a machine for your love

D’you know every man, every place that you’ve been?

You turned me on, then you turned on me

This low commotion, this low commotion

This low commotion, this low commotion

Is going down, down, down, down

This low commotion, this low commotion

This low commotion

America, weren’t you a miracle?

A fleeting chance at home

But this low, low, low commotion

Would not leave our paradise alone

And my two hands landed

Like two spiders on your knees

And one right ring finger branded

But two legs for two brains to please

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I’m just a dog, a machine for your love

But to know every man, every face that you’d seen

Baby, you turned me on, then you turned on me

This low commotion, this low commotion

This low commotion, this low commotion

This low commotion is going down, is going down, it’s gone down

It’s going down, it’s going down, it’s going down, it’s going down

Your low commotion, your low commotion

Your low commotion, your low commotion