Two jobs in a week
I bet you think that’s pretty clever, don’t you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
All your insights fall to pieces
You just sit there wishing you could still be in love
You’re broken out a mirror
You’ll be the one screaming out
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Drying on bin-conversation
You’ll be the one who cannot talk
All your insights fall to pieces
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
The other ones all hate you
When you think you’ve got the world all sussed out
The other ones all hate you
You’ll be the one screaming out
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
It’s the best thing you’ll ever have
It’s the best thing that I’ll never have
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry

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