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Therapy Semi Detached

I think we should probably call it a night now It's just as well 'cos, eh 'Cos we got a lot of things sorted out tonight That needed sorting out, I suppose

I'm getting swallowed up in all of this And the last thing I need is some rock star bullshit See you later Yeah, I'll be there in about half an hour

Oh shit, here comes morning Another ugly bang that I dreaded coming Go back to sleep, let the curtains protect me Keep them closed so the light won't

Wow, great Well, this is taking everything, everything that I can stand And you look like the enemy With the answers hidden in your hands You can tell

She goes places I won't go She knows things that I don't know Welcome to the church of noise Welcome to the church of noise (It takes more than

(Leave a message or leave me alone) What if the sky falls, and shoves me into the ground Would you pray for me, or would you pull me out? Yeah, I

All this noise is making me nervous I feel every slammed door and drunken laugh Sometimes there's no room for breathing Take me to a colony and leave

Fucker! My tongue is twisted from talking My feet are blistered from walking alone My head is bursting with thoughts And every bruise feels so familiar

I'm getting swallowed up in all of this And the last thing I need is some rock star bullshit (See you later) (Yeah, I'll be there in about half an