@ 180 VBR
2009.06.08 [Battle For The Sun] (13/13)

They're picking up pieces of me
While they're picking up pieces of you
In a bag you will be before the day is over

Were you looking for somewhere to be
Or looking for someone to do
Stupid me to believe that I could [bad word] in stupid you

And on the back of my hand
Were directions I could understand
Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker
Has gone [bad word] all our plans
Our best made plans

Don't leave me here to pass through 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 asked the kings of medicine

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

It's a case in point baby
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 [bad word] 
And left to dry out in the sun
The noonday sun

Don't leave me here to pass through 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 asked 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-oh
I wouldn't know where to begin...

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