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CThey're picking up pieces of me GWhile they're picking up pieces of you FIn a bag you will be before the day is over CWere you looking for somewhere to be? GWere you looking for someone to do? FStupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid youEm
And on the back of my Fhand Were Emdirections I could underFstand EmNow that old buzzer Johnnie FWalker EmHas gone and ruined all our Fplans Our best made Cplans
Don't leave me Ghere to pass through Ftime Without a Emmap or road sign CDon't leave me Ghere my guiding Flight 'Cause I, EmI...
FWouldn't know where to beEmgin FI ask the Kings of MediEmcine
They're picking up pieces of me While they're picking up pieces of you Lying on ice you will be before the day is over So case and point may be That you never thought it through Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you And on the tip of my tongue Were words that always came out wrong 'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort And left to dry out in the sun The noon day sun Don't leave me here to pass for time Without a map or road sign Don't leave me here my guiding light 'Cause I, I... Wouldn't know where to begin I ask the Kings of Medicine But it seems they've lost their powers Now all I'm left with is the hours Don't leave me here to pass for time Without a map or road sign Don't leave me here my guiding light 'Cause I, I... Wouldn't know where to begin I ask the Kings of Medicine But it seems they've lost their powers Now all I'm left with is the hours Don't leave me here Don't leave me here Oh no I wouldn't know where to begin