Last Call

Locked down in London town

Ladies and gentlemen hanging around

I'm just too high to ever come down

Call me St John of the streets

Younger ready deadbeat

Getting my fix before

I break down on my knees

Waiting for someone to take me away

Show me the narrow

And show me the straight

I don't want to feel what

I'm feeling now anymore

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Last call worst of all

Sounds night over

But I have not found

A good enough reason

Not to stick around

Kick drum in my head

Cold prison of an empty bed

And the sight of the sunlight

Scares me half to death

Everybody here has got

So much to say

Wish I could stop

But I think it's too late

I don't want to feel

What I'm feeling now

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I don't I don't want to feel

What I'm feeling now

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More more more more more anymore

Waiting for someone to take me away

Show me the narrow

And show me the straight

I don't want to feel

What I'm feeling now

Any more more more more more

I don't I don't want to feel

What I'm feeling now hey

Anymore