Not Even Close Lyrics

Not Even Close lyrics

I've been walking the straight line
Living in my best friend's pocket
Been looking at my life
All the time, all the time
How can I do my
work?
Always looking over my shoulder
     When everything falls
apart
     When you make a false start
     Then you can't turn the
pages
     And you can't find the door
     When you're nobody's
baby
     Not even close to pulling through
We fill up stolen
hours,
Hunger for the touch of money
Building crooked towers
on
the faultline, faultline
When I came running to you
I was following
the light from a dead star
     When everything falls apart
     When
you meet a false heart
     Then you can't turn the pages
     And you
can't find the door
     When you're nobody's baby
     Not even close
to pulling through
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--- James
Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch ---
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pfgumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au --------------
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----- And
the piano smells like a piano,              -----
----- And the microphone
smells like a microphone,    -----
----- And they sit at the bar and put
bread in my jar -----
----- and it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom.
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