I Lessthanthree Rose Tyler Songtext

Robots And Racecars

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I Lessthanthree Rose Tyler Songtext
These four walls are contagious,
and this bed's not big enough
for all that's left of all of us.
And I know that you're waiting
for something else to come around,
but I fear we're going down.

(whoa-oh, whoa-oh) We've got a problem
(whoa-oh, whoa-oh) that we'll never get around.
(whoa-oh, whoa-oh) Call the cops, alert the neighbors,
(whoa-oh, whoa-oh) we have lost, we've run aground.

Hold on, this ship is sinking,
and it's too late to turn this thing around.
Hold on, this ship is sinking,
and I'm thinking that we've finally run aground,
and it's too late to turn this thing around.

I think I'd rather choke on
all the optimistic ways
you say we'll be okay.
And I don't have to take this,
'cause I know without a doubt
that you'd rather scream and shout.

(whoa-oh, whoa-oh) We've got a problem on our hands
(whoa-oh, whoa-oh) and we'll never make it out.
(whoa-oh, whoa-oh) It's just an awful circumstance
(whoa-oh, whoa-oh) and we were not prepared enough.
Hold on, this ship is sinking,
and it's too late to turn this thing around.
Hold on, this ship is sinking,
and I'm thinking that we've finally run aground,
and it's too late to turn this thing around.
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