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Gregg Alexander - Save Me From Myself Lyrics




I wake up in the morning-
-Just like yesterday--I don't know why
I look out the window--
And see people living..
.Life has passes me by

A vacant playground brings back
Young memories while driving by

I grab my umbrella--
God sold my rainbow to the cloudy sky
Well who am I to make you so depressed?
You squeeze my hand-
-Then hold them to your breast
And I feel lonely--I'm calling out for help
Come save me.... from myself

I was dreaming of people-
-with sad looks upon their faces-
-Daggers in their backs

When I heard the train comin'-
-I had to stand up fast--For I was sleeping on the tracks

Another day of walking thru the fields
With peach vodka all day stoned
I call up your house--
And hear you cryingin the background--

But they say you're not home
Well, who am I to make you so depressed?
You squeeze my hands-
-Then hold them to your breasts
And I feel lonely--I'm calling out for help

Come save me...from myself
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I wake up in the morning-
-Just like yesterday--I don't know why
I look out the window--
And see people living..
.Life has passes me by

A vacant playground brings back
Young memories while driving by

I grab my umbrella--
God sold my rainbow to the cloudy sky
Well who am I to make you so depressed?
You squeeze my hand-
-Then hold them to your breast
And I feel lonely--I'm calling out for help
Come save me.... from myself

I was dreaming of people-
-with sad looks upon their faces-
-Daggers in their backs

When I heard the train comin'-
-I had to stand up fast--For I was sleeping on the tracks

Another day of walking thru the fields
With peach vodka all day stoned
I call up your house--
And hear you cryingin the background--

But they say you're not home
Well, who am I to make you so depressed?
You squeeze my hands-
-Then hold them to your breasts
And I feel lonely--I'm calling out for help

Come save me...from myself
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Writer: Marcus Bischoff, Maik Weichert, Alexander Dietz, Eric Bischoff, Christian Bass
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid


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