I donīt believe in angels well, at least not in yours
But I believe in the sensation of holding you close
And I donīt believe in exile at least not how you practise it
but Iīm willing to regret all the travels I made
all the triumphs in my book `cause Iīm afraid
that they took me away from you
- So, donīt be upset `cause your bottleneck barbiturate
ainīt helping you out
It wasnīt meant to be a hole in the ground
Donīt make me wait īcause your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down `cause I know other ways
of getting around the lonely hour
Iīm the one who used to tell you that something is for free
And, that being lonely doesnīt have to be a drag
(What a gag...)
Now if I was to envy you, you know it wouldnīt be for real
just a way to steal - or... can it be so that weīve made it on our own?
- I donīt know but these walls seems to tell me it ainīt so...
- So donīt be upset `cause your bottleneck barbiturate
ainīt helping you out - It wasnīt meant to be
a hole in the ground
Donīt make me wait `cause your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down `cause I know better ways
of getting around the lonely hour
Donīt make me wait
Donīt make me wait
Donīt make me wait!
- So donīt be upset `cause your bottleneck barbiturate
ainīt helping you out - It wasnīt meant to be
a hole in the ground
Donīt make me wait `cause your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down `cause I know better ways
of getting around the lonely hour
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