Desperate Measures
DESPERATE MEASURES
(S. Leftwich/B. Leftwich)
The clock is dragging I‘m disabled and degraded
I hope you can get out while you‘re able
Find a man who‘ll hand out something stable because it‘s not good enough
I don‘t where I‘m going
I don‘t know who I‘m seeing
I don‘t know if I‘m bleeding
You don‘t know how desperate I‘ve become
I don‘t where I‘m going
I don‘t know who I‘m seeing
I don‘t know if I‘m bleeding
I don‘t know, I don‘t know
I don‘t know about tomorrow
I want my darkness to go
So don‘t you check the top drawer
You don‘t know how desperate I‘ve become
It‘s not good enough
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6 points. last published 15 months ago
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