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• Artiste: Living End, The
• Titre: One Step Behind
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Come in, sit by the light Tell us everything, that happened tonight We know you were there, there at the scene of the crime No, no you've got it all wrong So don't blame me for something I haven't done It was all just a big mistake (And now you can't think straight) 'Cause they're on to you now (And now you can't think straight) And they figured you out (And now you can't think straight) 'Cause they're on to you now (And now you can't think straight) They're always just one step behind And you're so scared of what they'll find And now you're running for your life You're buying anything they sell Those pushed we'll always say they fell You got a postcard sent from hell With my, strong alibi You can't frame me, don't even try You don't know me, you're not even trying to see (And now you can't think straight) 'Cause they're on to you now (And now you can't think straight) And they figured you out (And now you can't think straight) 'Cause they're on to you now (And now you can't think straight) They're always just one step behind And you're so scared of what they'll find And now you're running for your life You're buying anything they sell Those pushed we'll always say they fell You got a postcard sent from hell And you know you don't belong And the papers are never wrong Just like the public don't forget, don't forget, don't forget And now you can't think straight, you can't think straight (And now you can't think straight) You're not even trying to see (And now you can't think straight) You're not even trying to see (And now you can't think straight) You're not even trying to see (And now you can't think straight) They're always just one step behind And you're so scared of what they'll find And now you're running for your life You're buying anything they sell Those pushed we'll always say they fell You got a postcard sent from hell