I? tired of waking up
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I? sick of rolling off the bus
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I want to sleep forever
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In the lies I?e made
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The checks have bounced
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But the bills got paid so far
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On the Jaguar
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I call myself
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The lines get crossed
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On the short wave I get cut off
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?ause I can? behave
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Very well
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You think you know me
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But you don? know my way around
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Hell Is just below me
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And that? why I keep falling down
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I? praying to resist temptation
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Staying within my constellation
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Weighing every intonation
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Betraying alienation
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I quit sobriety
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I joined up with insanity
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I want to pull the lever on the hatch I built
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Escaping truth and avoiding guilt
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So far
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In the family car I get away
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The border? nearer than I thought
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I?l drive all day and I won? get caught
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Anyway
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The light is fading
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And I haven? had time to call
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You must be waiting
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For someone whose engines
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Won? stall
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I? feeling the strings of your rejection
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Kneeling in the wrong direction
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Sealing my heart to your neglection
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Revealing no connection
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No Connection
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| Sophie B. Hawkins |
