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Small Towns Burn A Little Slower – Asleep In Life's Waiting Room lyrics
What can you do when the hands on your fate don't have the desire to call you back.
When every moment wasted is just another failure that you can add to your life long list.
You've got to move on. You've got to pull the whole weight now.
Cause the knob on the door won't turn without your hand.
And lady luck is a fickle mistress if you've got a pen cause I don't want you to miss this.
[Chorus:]
Neither hells bells, nor angels' voice will sound to say
Let's drain this body and claim this soul today.
I know I should be grateful.
So many are unable to do the things I've done, go the places I have gone.
It's just so simple to lose sight when you're running in that race to create.
And every finish line finds you in last place.
And lady luck is a fickle mistress if you've got a pen cause I don't want you to miss this.
[Chorus:]
So if you're hanging on that cliff,
Dangling over patches of cactus and you feel yourself drop in then stop in
And I'll teach you how to whistle while we pull out the thistles.
When every moment wasted is just another failure that you can add to your life long list.
You've got to move on. You've got to pull the whole weight now.
Cause the knob on the door won't turn without your hand.
And lady luck is a fickle mistress if you've got a pen cause I don't want you to miss this.
[Chorus:]
Neither hells bells, nor angels' voice will sound to say
Let's drain this body and claim this soul today.
I know I should be grateful.
So many are unable to do the things I've done, go the places I have gone.
It's just so simple to lose sight when you're running in that race to create.
And every finish line finds you in last place.
And lady luck is a fickle mistress if you've got a pen cause I don't want you to miss this.
[Chorus:]
So if you're hanging on that cliff,
Dangling over patches of cactus and you feel yourself drop in then stop in
And I'll teach you how to whistle while we pull out the thistles.
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