I? tired of waking up
I? sick of rolling off the bus
I want to sleep forever
In the lies I?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
?ause I can? behave
Very well
You think you know me
But you don? know my way around
Hell Is just below me
And that? why I keep falling down
I? 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? nearer than I thought
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