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Pulling through |
| [00:10.71] |
Living on anaesthetic |
| [00:12.96] |
No one seems to get it |
| [00:16.20] |
You're numb to the sensation |
| [00:20.40] |
Living on anaesthetic |
| [00:22.55] |
Not the way you've chose to have it |
| [00:25.79] |
It's to cold to care |
| [00:28.39] |
It's only fair |
| [00:38.78] |
Waiting for a rendezvous |
| [00:42.28] |
It's getting heavier the longer you are waiting for her pulling through |
| [00:47.00] |
There's a smell, like it died in the gutter and it's getting you |
| [00:51.91] |
You're tied to your stay away mother coz there's no one else |
| [00:57.46] |
You're at your wits end |
| [01:07.61] |
Losing feeling in your finger-tips |
| [01:11.26] |
And now you're wondering if anyone is showing |
| [01:13.43] |
And you're losing it |
| [01:16.47] |
All you ask is for anyone to care |
| [01:18.72] |
The sun it sets |
| [01:21.27] |
And now you're walking and the cars flirt with you |
| [01:23.37] |
Direct your stare |
| [01:26.92] |
You're at your wit's end |
| [01:33.00] |
Living on anaesthetic |
| [01:36.20] |
No one seems to get it |
| [01:38.31] |
It's too much to take and now |
| [01:40.10] |
You're numb to the sensation |
| [01:43.59] |
Living on anaesthetic |
| [01:45.54] |
Not the way you've chose to have it |
| [01:48.99] |
It's to cold to care |
| [01:51.69] |
It's only fair |
| [02:01.73] |
Swum right out your depths |
| [02:05.18] |
Now you drown and you go down feeling |
| [02:07.18] |
Second hand regret |
| [02:09.88] |
Consequence and self defence |
| [02:11.87] |
Retrace your steps |
| [02:14.87] |
You'll find where it all went wrong |
| [02:16.82] |
Have someone to blame |
| [02:18.21] |
You hope it's a name |
| [02:19.41] |
You already know |
| [02:20.72] |
You're at your wits end |
| [02:27.89] |
Living on anaesthetic |
| [02:30.10] |
No one seems to get it |
| [02:32.24] |
It's too much to take and now |
| [02:34.05] |
You're numb to the sensation |
| [02:37.54] |
Living on anaesthetic |
| [02:39.43] |
Not the way you've chose to have it |
| [02:42.93] |
It's to cold to care |
| [02:45.42] |
It's only fair |
| [02:57.22] |
It's only fair |
| [02:58.94] |
Sick of all the stares |
| [03:01.62] |
Wait until your dead |
| [03:03.63] |
Til they pretend to care |
| [03:06.89] |
It's only fair |
| [03:08.89] |
Wait until you own the air |
| [03:16.53] |
When you're alone |
| [03:18.18] |
The ceiling is gone |
| [03:20.68] |
Chilled right to the bone |
| [03:23.18] |
Lost without a home |
| [03:26.13] |
When you're alone |
| [03:28.08] |
You feel you are known |
| [03:30.58] |
Maybe you will mend |
| [03:32.87] |
You're at your wits end |
| [03:36.32] |
Living on anaesthetic |
| [03:38.46] |
No one seems to get it |
| [03:40.67] |
It's too much to take and now |
| [03:42.36] |
You're numb to the sensation |
| [03:45.76] |
Living on anaesthetic |
| [03:47.95] |
Not the way you've chose to have it |
| [03:51.51] |
It's to cold to care |
| [03:53.70] |
It's only fair |
