Quit my life, quit my job, quit my girlfriend
Now I’m staring at the back of an old trend
It made me happy, it made me sick
It made my skin grow thick
Because it gets cold, cold, cold
And I’m getting old
Gave up on caring, gave up on being fine
Now I’m coping with a path of relentless decline
Throw a dog a bone and I’ll spit it right out
I’ve burnt all the things I can live without
Because it gets cold, cold, cold
And I’m getting old
Half asleep
Half awake
Half asleep
Half awake
Half asleep
Half awake
Half asleep
Half awake
I’m living
Half asleep
Half awake
Half asleep
Half awake
Half asleep
Half awake
Half asleep
Half awake
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