Tumble Dry Low
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[Intro] [Verse] The bus smells like wet wool. Rain drips off the metal stool. Window glass is cold and cruel. Following a broken rule. I stare at your left thumb. Red paint is starting to succumb. Feeling slightly deaf and dumb. Waiting for the nerves to numb. [Pre-Chorus] The driver hasn't checked the mirror. Everything is getting clearer. But the meaning's getting thinner. I forgot who was the winner. [Chorus] Static in the streetlights. Running through the red lights. I am losing my grip. Watch the varnish chip. The city is a hollow hum. Waiting for the end to come. [Verse] Passing by the plastic plant. Reciting a silent rant. Something that I simply can't. Words I didn't want to grant. You said the kitchen was too loud. I saw a shadow in the cloud. Lost inside a lonely crowd. Head is heavy, head is bowed. [Pre-Chorus] The driver hasn't checked the mirror. Everything is getting clearer. But the meaning's getting thinner. I forgot who was the winner. [Chorus] Static in the streetlights. Running through the red lights. I am losing my grip. Watch the varnish chip. The city is a hollow hum. Waiting for the end to come. [Bridge] Concrete walls and iron gates. Everyone just sits and waits. Checking watches, checking fates. Heavy like a crate of weights. The trumpet blares a lonely note. Tightness in my tired throat. Keep the buttons on my coat. Watching all the shadows float. [Hook] Stop forty-two. Is it me or is it you? The sky is looking bruised and blue. Nothing left for us to do. [Chorus] Static in the streetlights. Running through the red lights. I am losing my grip. Watch the varnish chip. The city is a hollow hum. Waiting for the end to come. [Outro]
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