Not Even Close — текст песни (Finn Tim)

I`ve been walking the straight line
Living in my best friend`s pocket
Been looking at my life
All the time, all the time
How can I do my work?
Always looking over my shoulder
When everything falls apart
When you make a false start
Then you can`t turn the pages
And you can`t find the door
When you`re nobody`s baby
Not even close to pulling through
We fill up stolen hours,
Hunger for the touch of money
Building crooked towers
on the faultline, faultline
When I came running to you
I was following the light from a dead star
When everything falls apart
When you meet a false heart
Then you can`t turn the pages
And you can`t find the door
When you`re nobody`s baby
Not even close to pulling through
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--- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch ---
-------------- pfgumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au --------------
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----- And the piano smells like a piano, -----
----- And the microphone smells like a microphone, -----
----- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar -----
----- and it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. -----
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