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We slept for close to seven hours all the way to your dad's basket case.
I didn't catch the final score so I prayed that we'd sink a few more.
And I didn't mind and you didn't seem to mind about me, but I was wrong.
Who wouldn't fear to leave it all cause it's gonna come, it's gotta come.
I am the widow, the spidered king. There's web in your teeth,

And there's holes in the ceiling. And I wanted more, I left with nothing.
Who's really lost and who's really winning? I begged again, you said hello.
For now that's all I know. Now I remember the exhaust and remains.
A shallow shadow hung across my brand new drapes.
And I gave my car away, down towards the post office.

Man told me he needed it more. I believed him, went home and slept more.
And that's what gets me sometimes, that's what struck me blind,
And that's why there's no time. That's why I still try, and that's why...
I begged you everything, I begged you everything.
Begged you everything, everything.
Fuck am I supposed to do when you just lie your arms in mine?
Fuck am I supposed to do when you never lie about tellin a lie?
So what was I supposed to do? Just keep on trying through sleepless nights?
Fuck am I supposed to choose? Cause I begged you everything, everything.
I can remember wishing that the season had lasted a little longer.
It don't, and we die. If not me, then to my pride. If not now, then tonight.
If not then, we just might give up trying.

Written by JOHN ANDREW HULL
Published by CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP

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