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Butch Walker Miscellaneous Far Away from Close I was set up, from the get-up And I drove the wrong way home Into your eyes, of blue I could barely take my mind off you So you set it, then you let it Slowly take the life from you Getting so high, from the fumes Of a burned out, so-called you And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe We could try to find a way to walk right through The plastic wall between my heart and you You were faking, I'd mistaken You for someone I was once knew Into the ring, I flew Like a wrestler falls on cue Can you show me Please show me Why it all went down in flames Was it cuz I made it through And you were just too fucked up to And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe We could finally find a way to walk right through The plastic wall between my heart and you Head is stinging, phone is ringing Words just burn right on my tongue Please put up the magazine I'm burning up like gasoline I'm all alone on the phone So baby won't you please pick up I was set up, from the get-up won't you please pick up the phone I feel so far away from close to you and baby All I wanted was to see you walk right through And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe We can finally find a way to walk right through The plastic wall between my heart and you |
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