Who's gonna tell you when It's too late Who's gonna tell you things Aren't so great
You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna pick you up When you fall Who's gonna hang it up When you call Who's gonna pay attention To your dreams Who's gonna plug their ears When you scream
You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna hold you down When you shake Who's gonna come around When you break
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'm trying to put this thing to bed I've drugged it in its sleep There isn't many memories I'm comfortable to keep
This ball keeps rolling on It's heading for the streets Keep expecting you to send for me The invitation never comes
Each time I turn around There's nothing there at all So tell me why I feel like I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a false alarm And all the answers sound the same Just colours bleeding into one That doesn't have a name Maybe I can't see Maybe it's just me
Now the curtain's coming up The audience is still I'm struggling to cater for The space I'm meant to fill
And distance doesn't care
Each time I turn around There's nothing there at all So tell me why I feel like I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a false alarm And all the answers sound the same Just colours bleeding into one That doesn't have a name Maybe I can't see Maybe it's just me
I'm trying to put this thing to bed I drugged it in its sleep Remember what you said Are you comfortable to keep it ?
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