Tim finn 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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----- 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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