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A Drug Inside Your Wrist

from Chloe's Epitaph Is Chloe by Third Class

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Don't ask me where I'm going, 'cause I don't know, when all the world is glowing, bright. I need to watch myself and spiral above the red carpet. And, no, I won't cry, tonight. Don't tell me that the wind is whispering the answers to me, 'cause I already know that truth. To break her heart is to be sad and I can't take this kind of pressure in this instance. She climbs a tree to hide away, where children go to play, and I can't say that place is found anymore. Chloe, you cross my mind into thoughts of better times. The lake is bright. The sky is white and the waves reflect it right into my backyard, at night. Safety nets in my friend's dreams animate into the scene. Trust in Chloe to make believe she is good, a drug inside your wrist and teeth, o-oooh, Chloe. To break her heart is to be sad and I can't take that kind of pressure in this instance. She climbs the stairs, like blackened smoke, where children go to play, and I can't say that place is profound, anymore. I have lost my dancing skills; I'm confined to my bed. If you show me your new moves, I will take you out on the town. But, my headache's killing me, so I better stay locked in this place. Don't be like me; don't give it up, at 23. Just have fun 'til your legs just snap off. I'm just an old man and I wanna understand; is that too much to ask, God, you punk? I'm like a little boy and I want my favorite toy; to me, it's like a shiny, red truck. When I was 23, could I tap dance like a freak? The answer to that inquiry is "yes." I'm just an old man and I wanna understand. I guess you all wish I'd shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

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from Chloe's Epitaph Is Chloe, released November 20, 2006
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Lyrics
Jack Boyle: Bass, Lyrics
Pepe Parish: Percussion

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