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I抦 tired of waking up
I抦 sick of rolling off the bus
I want to sleep forever
In the lies I抳e made
The checks have bounced
But the bills got paid so far
On the Jaguar
I call myself
The lines get crossed
On the short wave I get cut off
扖ause I can抰 behave
Very well
You think you know me
But you don抰 know my way around
Hell Is just below me
And that抯 why I keep falling down

I抦 praying to resist temptation
Staying within my constellation
Weighing every intonation
Betraying alienation

I quit sobriety
I joined up with insanity
I want to pull the lever on the hatch I built
Escaping truth and avoiding guilt
So far
In the family car I get away
The border抯 nearer than I thought
IćŠ£l drive all day and I won抰 get caught
Anyway
The light is fading
And I haven抰 had time to call
You must be waiting
For someone whose engines
Won抰 stall

I抦 feeling the strings of your rejection
Kneeling in the wrong direction
Sealing my heart to your neglection
Revealing no connection