You're keeping it straight
This city's a mess
Can't get out of bed
You're keeping and you keep on getting together
Is this everything you wanted to be...?
Don't let it stand out in the cold
Don't let it fall into a hole
With someone you know
Don't let it out in the cold
Don't let it fall into a hole
With someone you know
Won't get off the phone
You're holding the rocks
And feeling it all
Won't get off the floor
You know that when it's all going over to nowhere
You're nothing that you wanted to be...
Can't come in the role
You're filling the holes
And ruining your clothes
Can't get out of bed
It's nothing and no one's coming over to me there
It's nothing that you wanted to be
Writer(s): Martin Victor Blunt, Robert James Collins, Timothy Burgess, Jon Brookes, Mark Vincent Collins
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