Sloan - 400 Metres Lyrics

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Can't you see the black strap?

It holds me up for the last lap.

I know i said i had a good time.

But now i'm sprawled across the finish line.

I'm pickin up the straws

And now i'm wonderin' how i did because

The situation's heavy

And the competition's thin

Now i've got(s) to wake up

So i can get back on my feet again.

Could you spare some common sense?

It's a brave gamble so just give it up.

Now you know about those people in the sky

Well they're the same folks that held me up.

I'm sortin' out my flaws

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Because i'm runnin' last place and the look on my face says

This record's disappearing and my system is on the mend

But i'll never know who wins until i make it to the end.

Take care of what you preach right?

'cause noone cares about your mic-fright

But when the pen is to paper i never stop to think

That i should stop thinkin' about you that way.

Whooo.

The signing of this mock-simulation.

Plots a course towards some clarification

It's a keenly realized fabrication

Comin' from your radio station.

But i'll be runnin' 400 metres

Again...

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