On a plane,
somewhere over the sea.
Above the rain,
the bottle sets me free.
I turn to stone,
fall back in the seat.
The cuts are gone
but somehow I'm still bleeding.
You know it's true,
there's nothing I can do.
You know it's true,
there's nothing I can do.
You know it's true,
There's nothing I can do about you.
Move to France,
La Rochet or Nice.
Get a house,
pretend to live in peace.
We'll paint the walls
a black out of your face.
Stalk the halls,
move into the basement.
You know it's true,
there's nothing I can do.
You know it's true,
there's nothing I can do.
Pick a fight,
it's just you being right.
Walk away,
there's nothing I can say.
You know it's true,
there's nothing I can do about you.
So don't you mind the gap when you leave.
There'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow.
Don't you mind the gap when you leave.
Broken up,
like a tanker on the rocks.
Not made of much,
I'm like the Cubs against the Sox.
On a plane,
somewhere over the sea.
I fall asleep,
convinced that I ain't breathing.
You know it's true,
there's nothing I can do.
You know it's true,
there's nothing I can do.
Pick a fight,
it's just you being right.
Walk away,
there's nothing I can say.
You know it's true,
there's nothing I can do about you.
So don't you mind the gap when you leave.
There'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow.
Don't you mind the gap when you leave.
There'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow.
Don't you mind the gap when you leave.
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