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(álbum: The Words You Don't Swallow - 2010)


She said: "Don't take too big a breath."
She said: "Don't breathe in too deep, you might choke over the words you don't swallow."
She said: "Don't take too big a step."
She said: "Don't run too fast, you might trip over the path that you follow."

I get my way, I get my way.
Your complaints can't explain it.
I get my way...

I don't need your direction. (I'm catching up to you.)
And I see my imperfections. (They're creeping up on me.)
And I don't need your direction. (I'm catching up to you.)
Don't turn down the bed, 'cause I'm not coming home.

I told her "Keep your money straight,"
"Don't spend it all in one place, you might find yourself too broke to borrow."
I told her life is gonna fade:
"Don't let the youth go to waste, you'll soon drown yourself all up in your sorrow."

I get my way, I get my way.
Your complaints can't explain it.
I get my way...

I don't need your direction. (I'm catching up to you.)
And I see my imperfections. (They're creeping up on me.)
And I don't need your direction. (I'm catching up to you.)
Don't turn down the bed, 'cause I'm not coming home.

I'm running dry,
Is this real life?
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
So cut me loose, this has gone too far,
I'm getting out while I still have a shot.

I get my way...

I don't need your direction. (I'm catching up to you.)
And I see my imperfections. (They're creeping up on me.)
And I don't need your direction. (I'm catching up to you.)
Don't turn down the bed, 'cause I'm not coming...
Don't turn down the bed, 'cause I'm not coming home,
I'm not coming home.
No, not tonight.

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