The Vincent Black Shadow - The Last Few Minutes Lyrics
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Maybe if I don't move an inch,
The pinchers will go easy,
Can't circulate or regulate the random bits and pieces,
Is it over,
Wrapped up tight,
Rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight,
Downstairs the people turn up all the lights,
Turned up the heat and left it on,
In my eyes,
Sweat beads it's dripping and I don't feel right,
Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside,
Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost,
Maybe if I stay calm tonight and try to light a candle,
The glow inside,
Would find it's way back out and try to change you,
I'm not done yet,
Wrapped up tight,
Rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight,
Downstairs the people turn off all the lights,
Turned up the heat and left it on,
In my eyes,
Sweat beads it's dripping and I don't feel right,
Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside,
Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost,
Wrapped up tight,
Rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight,
Downstairs the people turn off all the lights,
Turned up the heat and left it on,
In my eyes,
Sweat beads it's dripping and I don't feel right,
Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside,
Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost,
Sucking on the last few bits of hope,
I'm still here is all you need to know,
(Wrapped up tight),
(All the lights),
In my eyes,
Knife inside,
Wrapped up tight,
Rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight,
Downstairs the people turn up all the lights,
Turned up the heat and left it on,
In my eyes sweat beads,
It's dripping and I don't feel right,
Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside,
Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost,
Wrapped up tight,
Rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight,
Downstairs the people turn up all the lights,
Turned up the heat and left it on,
In my eyes sweat beads,
It's dripping and I don't feel right,
Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside,
Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost,
Wrapped up tight,
Rafters and sheets are all a mess tonight,
Downstairs the people turn up all the lights,
Turned up the heat and left it on,
In my eyes sweat beads,
It's dripping and I don't feel right,
Maybe I'm sleeping with a knife inside,
Maybe I'm dreaming of a ghost
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