I feel the pain in my head,
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I want that sleep that I'm missing,
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I'm falling all apart,
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Oh, the nightmare that I'm living
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and all the life that it's givin',
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oh, I need that start...
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Held an old friend as he died,
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oh what a wasted life,
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so don't you start,
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don't you start your pushin'
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the needle to the red.
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Well I feel the life that I'm leadin',
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is bringing me down and I'm bleedin,'
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been pushed aside to die.
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Skull and cross bones in my mind,
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I start to believe in my own lies.
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Oh, why did I start?
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Held an old friend as he died,
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oh what a wasted life.
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So don't you start,
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don't you start your pushin'
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the needle to the red.
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I sit and wonder all the time, what it'd be like if I could change my
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mind?
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Blood drips slowly from the sky, falling down and cleansing my naked eye.
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Break down and cry.
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Blood shot eyes in the mirror, look at my hand it's a-quiver.
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I'm a crumbled heap in the dark.
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Lovin' spoonful on the table, I take it quicker than I am able, able to
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make that start.
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Held an old friend as he died, oh what a wasted life.
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Don't you start, don't you start, said don't you start your pushin' the
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needle to the red.
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The needle to the red, oh no don't push, don't push, don't, don't, don't,
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don't push it.
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Don't push.
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Needle (Live at The Palias, Newcastle)
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| The Screaming Jets |
