I drive through streets, I could walk for weeks
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Full of life or full of loneliness
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Whose eyes will I watch from
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Today?
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The day I signed, My horror signed
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My glass was overflowing, celebrate
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This rope's getting tighter
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And someone is pulling me back to the start, Oh
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I need something that I know now, Oh
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Just too far away from home now, Oh
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Just a sight or sound to trust now, Oh
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Keep it simple, Keep me static
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Just enough to lose the panic
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Let me see the light again
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I have to know, Where it goes
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Needing from the inside out
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This gut rot I could do without
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So sinister, a pastime
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I have to know, I have to go
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So cut the cord, Throw overboard
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This history that claims of me
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My present, and my future
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Both clear to see, Both bound to be
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A replica, this life so far
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I think it's time I raised the bar
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But this rope's getting tighter
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And someone is pulling me back to the start, Oh
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I need something that I know now, Oh
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Just too far away from home now, Oh
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Just a sight or sound to trust now, Oh
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Keep it simple, Keep me static
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Just enough to lose the panic
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Let me see the light again
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I have to know, I have to go
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Needing from the inside out
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This gut rot I could do without
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So sinister, a pastime
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I have to know, I have to go
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This Rope's Getting Tighter
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| Emma Pollock |
