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Now That I'm The Future Lyrics
Help me honey, 'cause I can't see
Love's lungs are blowing tear gas at me
Ambulance sirens are screaming my name
And I'm all hopped up on yesterday
London and Paris, why won't you help me?
My tongue's in the air, my hand's on your knees.
I know you're married, yeah I know your pain,
your finger's been strangled by a cheap promise ring.
I'm in a shadow of doubt,
With a knife pulled out.
x4
At your wedding reception, I started drinking,
To say all the things that I had been thinking.
There's too many songs, and nothing to dance to;
The future is putrid, and useless without you.
Jesus and Mary held a seance for me,
but I wasn't dead, I was just in Philly.
Now I'm on the cover of the magazine,
with my finger on the trigger of everything.
I read the bible, and I understand,
I was born for heaven, in the holy land.
x4
Love's lungs are blowing tear gas at me
Ambulance sirens are screaming my name
And I'm all hopped up on yesterday
My tongue's in the air, my hand's on your knees.
I know you're married, yeah I know your pain,
your finger's been strangled by a cheap promise ring.
With a knife pulled out.
x4
To say all the things that I had been thinking.
There's too many songs, and nothing to dance to;
The future is putrid, and useless without you.
but I wasn't dead, I was just in Philly.
Now I'm on the cover of the magazine,
with my finger on the trigger of everything.
I was born for heaven, in the holy land.
x4
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help me honey, cuz I can't see love's lungs are blowing tear gas at me ambulance sirens are screaming my name and I'm all hopped up on yesterday London and Paris, why won't you help me my tongue's in the air, my hand's on your knees I know you're married, yea I know your pain your finger's been strangled by a cheap promise ring I'm in a shadow of doubt with a knife pulled out Thanks to your obsession I started drinking to say all the things that I had been thinking there's too many songs and nothing to dance to the future is putrid, i'm useless without you Jesus and Mary held a seance for me but I wasn't dead, I was just in Philly now I'm on the cover of the magazine with my finger on the trigger of everything I read the bible and I understand I was bored by heaven in the Holy Land
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"at your wedding reception, I started drinking, to say all the things that I had been thinking..."