Wake up, wake up,
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We can't keep sleeping on the job,
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I'm watching my neck for knives,
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You plant beneath my jaw,
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and when he receives,
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everything he needs,
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if he leaves,
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don't come crawling back to me.
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Oh no my phone is ringing off the hook,
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You're on the other end,
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Reason enough to not pick up,
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Or rather I'll tie the phone
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cord around my neck,
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If I'm not breathing for you,
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I'd rather not breath at all,
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Oh no it's happening again tonight,
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I'm taking your phone calls,
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And listening to you cry,
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Does it even matter,
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Matter at all,
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That I'm restless in my sleep,
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This is the last thing I need,
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Last thing I need.
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Red Lights And Rooftops
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| Southcott |
