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You drive me insane
Every Friday night you're doing the same,
start a fight so you can leave again,
taxi into town a burned out clown,
tumble till the neon shuts you down.
A tripping puppet falling on your own
Waiting for a hand to take you home
Chorus
You drive me insane
Its easy
How you carry no shame
Its easy
That look in your eyes
Its easy
Still I'm by your side
Restless hands beat rhythms on my chair,
pretending to myself that you still care.
I can only walk the worn out floor,
a dog that waits behind a nightclub door.
A tripping puppet falling on your own
Waiting for a hand to take you home.
Repeat Chorus
Taking turns to spin you on your stool,
playthings pass the parcel as you drool,
your mind is lost behind a veil of lace,
grace is sipped away without a trace.
A tripping puppet falling on your own
Waiting for a hand to take you home.
Repeat Chorus
Morning milk clinks early in the street,
guilt has ploughed a furrow for your feet,
clatter bangs the door with no surprise,
another night of chewed and swallowed pride.
A tripping puppet falling on my own
I’m just a lovin hand that brings you home.
Repeat Chorus
start a fight so you can leave again,
taxi into town a burned out clown,
tumble till the neon shuts you down.
A tripping puppet falling on your own
Waiting for a hand to take you home
Chorus
You drive me insane
Its easy
How you carry no shame
Its easy
That look in your eyes
Its easy
Still I'm by your side
Restless hands beat rhythms on my chair,
pretending to myself that you still care.
I can only walk the worn out floor,
a dog that waits behind a nightclub door.
A tripping puppet falling on your own
Waiting for a hand to take you home.
Repeat Chorus
Taking turns to spin you on your stool,
playthings pass the parcel as you drool,
your mind is lost behind a veil of lace,
grace is sipped away without a trace.
A tripping puppet falling on your own
Waiting for a hand to take you home.
Repeat Chorus
Morning milk clinks early in the street,
guilt has ploughed a furrow for your feet,
clatter bangs the door with no surprise,
another night of chewed and swallowed pride.
A tripping puppet falling on my own
I’m just a lovin hand that brings you home.
Repeat Chorus
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