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ASpin round the steering wheel the C#mCoffee spills but you can’t feel AThe dam behind your C#meyes ATurn off the radio, the news is fake C#mBut you can’t tell who’s AMaking up the C#mlies DWaking up to find… DWaking up to find… NC You don’t love life
AMary-C#manne you’rDe latEe AI’ve beeC#mn waiting Dfor youE for three days AI’C#mm beginning to bDe afraiEd AI’ve beeC#mn looking out thDe windowE
Your smoked cigarette is your slow suicide And you only speak to pass the time But time’s been passing you The days feel like they’re getting shorter The nights are definitely getting colder I don’t know what you’re going to do Waking up to find… Waking up to find…you don’t love life Mary-anne you’re late I’ve been waiting for you for three days I’m beginning to be afraid I’ve been looking out the window
AAnd I don’t know how thiBms happened I remember Dlaughing DAt the zombies who had no fun DNow you’ve turned into one AI don’t know if iBmt matters DThat we’re hanging from the rafters
Mary-anne you’re late I’ve been waiting for you for three days I’m beginning to be afraid I’ve been looking out the window I asked you “what do you think you’ll find?” You said “nothing” but you didn’t mind “It’s all just smoke and mirrors” I asked you “where do you think you’ll go?” You said “Nowhere but at least I know I’m having trouble holding back the years.”