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last call he was sick of it all asleep at home
told you off and goodbye
well you know one day it'll come to haunt you that you didn't tell him quite
the truth
you're a crisis, you're an icicle, you're a tongueless talker, you don't
care what you say
you're a jaywalker and you just, just walk away
and that's all you do
the clap of the fading out sound of your shoes
made him wonder who he thought that he knew
last call he was sick of it all, the endless stream of reminders
made him so sick of you, sick of you, sick of you, sick of your sound,
sick of you comin' around
tryin to crawl under my skin when I already shed my best defense
it comes out all around that you've won and I think I'm all done, you can
switch me off safely
while I'm lyin' here waiting for sleep to overtake me
you're still here but just check to make sure
all you aspired to do was endure
you can't ask for more, ask for more, knowing you'll never get
that which you asked for
so you cast your shadow everywhere
like the man in the moon
and you start to drink and just wanna continue
it'll all be yesteryear soon
you start to drink and just wanna continue
it'll all be yesteryear soon
church bells and now I'm awake and I guess it must be some kind of holiday
I can't seem to join in the celebration
but I'll go to the service and I'll go to pray and I'll sing the praises in
my maker's name
like I was as good as she made me
and I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me [x8]
I'm lyin' here waiting for sleep to overtake me