I don't believe in angels
Well, at least not in yours
But I believe in the sensation
of holding you close
And I don't believe in exile at least not how you practise it
all the travels I made
all the triumphs in my book
but I'm willing to regret
'cause I'm afraid
that they took me away from you 'cause your bottleneck barbiturate
a hole in the ground
ain't helping you out
is letting you down
'cause your bottleneck barbiturate
Don't make me wait
of getting around
'cause I know other ways
the lonely hour I'm the one who used to tell you
And, that being lonely
that something is for free
doesn't have to be a drag
(What a gag.) Now if I was to envy you
you know it wouldn't be for real
just a way to steal Can it be so
that we've made it our own?
but these walls seems to tell me
it ain't so 'cause your bottleneck barbiturate
ain't helping you out
a hole in the ground
Don't make me wait
'cause your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down
'cause I know better ways
of getting around the lonely hour
Don't make me wait
Don't make me wait
Don't make me wait.
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