As the salt in my body,
I'm giving up slowly.
The hour and injury.
And i am unholy!
Street smart like a sailor.
Worldly like a whore.
Permanent sleep is my only cure.
If it's all the time,
It won't hurt anymore.
If you can't help me, no one can.
If you can't help me, no one can.
All the blood in my body,
Is pouring out slowly.
You're the reason why.
I am unholy!
Worldly like a sailor.
Street smart like a whore.
Permanent sleep is my only cure.
If it's all the time,
It won't hurt anymore.
If you can't help me, no one can.
If you can't help me, no one can.
Drive left lane, drive left lane!
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You won't make it. you won't make it!
Drive left lane, drive left lane!
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You won't break it. you won't make it!
If you can't help me, no one can.
If you can't help me, no one can.
If you can't help me, no one can!
Drive left lane, drive left lane!
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Drive left lane, drive left lane!
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Writer(s): Dan Keyes, Robert Mcentire Mann, Ross Edward Tweedy, Santiago Vela Iii
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