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To pass the time she’s begging for more
In this world of habits you get what you pay for
To make it you gotta be there I know
She said she made it but she wasn’t in love
It’s closing time and she’s on the streets
To find the maggots just look for the dead meat
She’s on her back and hating this love
Hold her breath pretend she’s dead in the bathtub
I’ve been driving, all night, engine
Why should, I stop, in your head you know you’re dead underwater
‘cause this world’s gonna tear her to pieces
She wants somebody to need her like sleeping
She’s past her prime and feeling the fall
Something’s been missing and she can’t fill the hole
She walks the curb like up on a rope
She hears the pulse of the crowd begging her to jump
Jump
Feet off the ground but you’re still trying to run
It’s time to give up the strife and overcome
Bitterness, it strikes like a match
Hold her breath pretend to burn like a cigarette
Burn
I’ve been driving, all night, engine.
Why should, I stop, in your head you know your burning desires.
‘Cause this world’s gonna tear her to pieces
She wants somebody to need her like sleeping
‘cause this world’s gonna tear her to pieces
But she knows just what she wants when she’s dreaming.
All Lyrics Composed by Rude Dale (©2005 Dale Howard)