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Somebody drag me out of this town
on an ambulance bed ‘cause I don’t even wanna touch the ground
Cause in these streets it always seems to rain
I’m desperate for change but everything just stays the same
I’ve been drinking too fast, thinking too slow
finishing up last & sinking to low

I wanna run with the wild ones
I wanna run with the wild ones, rolling down the road
I used to be such a quiet boy
now I’m just looking for things to destroy
(I’d better) start counting my days, start counting my numbers
‘cause your days around here are nothing but dreamless slumbers

I should be floating
on some Asian river, staring at the stars
Or on some South-American mountain range,
hitting guerilla bars
(But instead I’m) spending my prime at the assembly line,
trading my time for a handful of dimes

Death sits at the window
tapping his feet to the beat of the clock
and he don’t stop
He just smiles at passersby
giving me the eye and he says:
Start counting your days, start counting your numbers
‘cause your days around here are nothing but dreamless slumbers
Start counting your days, start counting your numbers
‘cause your days around here are nothing but dreamless slumbers

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from Dreamless Slumbers, released October 15, 2010
Music & lyrics by Tommy Ebben

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