I'm trying to put this thing to bed
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I've drugged it in its sleep
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There isn't many memories
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I'm comfortable to keep
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This ball keeps rolling on
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It's heading for the streets
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Keep expecting you to send for me
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The invitation never comes
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Each time I turn around
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There's nothing there at all
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So tell me why I feel like
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I'm up against a wall
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But maybe it's a flase alarm
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And all the answers sound the same
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Just colours bleeding into one
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That doesn't have a name
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Maybe I can't see
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Maybe it's just me
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Now the curtain's coming up
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The audience is still
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I'm struggling to cater for
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The space I'm meant to fill
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And distance doesn't care
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Each time I turn around
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There's nothing there at all
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So tell me why I feel like
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I'm up against a wall
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But maybe it's a flase alarm
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And all the answers sound the same
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Just colours bleeding into one
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That doesn't have a name
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Maybe I can't see
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Maybe it's just me
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I'm trying to put this thing to bed
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I drugged it in its sleep
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Remember what you said
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Are you comfortable to keep it?
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False Alarm
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KT Tunstall |