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You lead me in pursuit; I can't continue
Money won't buy the kind of car that you'll get into
And the moment I might choose to set on you
Is when your wealth of social tailors
Have all just slithered into view
It's how you get under my skin
It's how you sit under my fingers
If I'm lucky in my dreams I might get next to you
I can't summon no form of orchestration
I can't manufacture one good situation
You keep this stony distance in your eyes
My over-eagerness to bridge it just assists in my demise
It's how you get under my skin
It's how you sit under my fingers
If I'm lucky in my dreams I might get next to you
Why do we get stuck on one train
When the next destination never bodes well?
There's so many choices out there
Some are not half bad
Some are downright attainable
The bell bird sings 'Good Morning' at my casement
The landlord issues written ultimatums
And someone yells Are
you
breathing? through the lock
If I continue to ignore this they'll catch on to how serious it's got
It's how you get under my skin
It's how you sit under my fingers
If I'm lucky in my dreams I might get next to you
You're poisoning my world
You're poisoning my world
No, no, no, not my world...