Can't Face Up
Turn around
You can't face up to me
I stand my ground
I'm just what I seem to be
Why in the world would
you give me a second look?
Except I'm up here
and you're down there,
But you'll never know what it took
You don't care what it took.
The look in your eyes
As I turn on the light
The look in your eyes
a look of surprise.
Sneakin' around
in this one trick town,
You can't face up to me
I know your crowd
and they're not that proud
At least not from what I've seen
Flies in the ink leave footprints across the sea
Trace them back to where it all gets had,
You find the cuts never run too deep.
The cuts never run too deep.
How many times have I tried
Just to get away from you?
And you reeled me back
How many times have I lied
That there's nothing that I can do?
No, no, how many times have I tried
Just to get away from you?
And you reeled me back
How many times have I lied
That there's nothing that I can do?
I stand my ground
I'm just what I seem to be
It's run me down for so long, for so long.
The weight that I carry,
knowin what they've done to us
How many names does it take to lay blame
On the people you always should trust?
The people you always should trust
The look in your eyes
As I turn on the light
The look in your eyes
The look of surprise
How many times have I tried
Just to get away from you?
And you reeled me back
How many times have I lied
That there's nothing that I can do?
No, no, how many times have I tried
Just to get away from you?
And you reeled me back
How many times have I lied
That there's nothing that I can do?
'Cause I can't face up to you.
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400 Metres
Can't you see the black strap?
It holds me up for the last lap
I know I said I had a good time
But now I'm sprawled across the finish line
I'm pickin' up the straws
And now I'm wondrin' how I did because
The situation's heavy
and the competition's thin
Now I've got to wake up
so I can get back on my feet again
Could you spare some common sense?
It's a brave gamble
so just give it up
And now you know about those people in the sky
Well, they're the same folks
that held me up
I'm sortin' out my flaws
Because I'm runnin' last place
and the look on my face says
This record's disappearin'
and my system's on the mend
But I'll never know who wins
until I make it to the end
Take care of what you preach, right?
'Cause no one cares about your mic-fright
But, when the pen's to paper, I never stop to think
That I should stop thinkin' about you that way
Ooooooooooo...
The signing of this mock simulation
Points towards some clarification
It's a keenly realized fabrication
Comin' from your radio station
But I'll be runnin' 400 metres
Again...
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