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Sometimes it's a matter of fact Everybody's in your bed with their diplomats Sometimes it's a matter of taste Everybody wants to hear about the big mistakes Everybody wants a piece of your heart Telling you they've been there for you right from the start It's never easy, baby, but it's a must You got to find out exactly who you can trust Every day is like a marathon Wondering how you ever got so far from the dawn You look around you and everything's changing Everything is broken unspoken and strange She lifts a pistol to your temple and smiles Don't worry baby, I'll be here a while Sometimes you wonder if you're in too deep It's all going under you just got to keep it going Everyday is a matter of haste Telling you that you got too much talent to waste Most times the cards are all stacked Everyone but you knows that you're on the wrong track And when you feel like there's no turning back Your idols are broken, the marble is cracked That's when you got to push it right to the edge Without looking back and just step right off the ledge Everyday you got to run for your life Wondering if it's them or you that stuck in the knife It doesn't matter when you reach the end So come have a seat and relax She pistol-whips you and tells you you're clever Don't worry baby, I'll be here forever And now you realize you're in too deep It's all going under you just got to keep it going Each day she glares at me across the morning sky She's coming from the east to kill me I know it's true but she won't tell me why She spins around me, numbered pirouettes Until I'm gone, but in the meantime I know my only choice is to ride on
Writer(s): Barnaby Richard Weir, Jarney Murphy, Daniel Edmund Weetman, Nigel Scott Patterson, Ned David Ngatae, Francis Harawira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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