TickTelling you softly of the minutes you've missed
Telling yourself, there should never be days like this
You woke up dreaming of cocaine and clowns
Kneeling down with your head in the bowl
Just when you thought that you had it down Everybody knew that you sang the bluesBR>No one could guess that you would sing them like this Smoke and ashes
Smoke and ashes
Smoke and ashes
A comet burns and then it crashes You spilled the beans on Friday night
Now Monday's here and there's no one in sight
For letting yourself get your own wayBut, hey, that's the price that you've got to pay.
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