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• Artiste: Panics (The)
• Titre: One Too Many Itches
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I'm staying stubborn in retreat I was standing on your corner Pondering defeat An old lady fixed my collar Said her steps were getting steep I said I live by the top But not permanently I know you follow I can hear you And the patter of your feet I'm looking like I'm still half asleep And it feels like your standing on me Why do you ask me? I don't know my way Why do you keep me here? I have no more cards to play I've got eyelids like concrete They're too numb to blink You drain the life out of me I've forgotten how to think I was sitting on a fortune Now I'm staring down a sink I've got one too many itches And you're just another sting You can hope that I might But I never feel a thing You can hope that I might but I never feel a thing Why do you ask me I don't know my way Why do you keep me here I have no more cards to play A strange thing happened in my mind All your words turned to scribble By the time I recognize I never looked right In the reflection in your eyes I'd wait to hear your voice But I never could reply Why do you ask me? I don't know my way Why do you keep me here? I have no more cards To play Why do you ask me? I have nothing left to say