Down And Out Of Time — Sixpence None The Richer

I dreamt of something last night in my sleep; I saw you sitting in a room without me; You were smiling and you had a tattoo; I'm me, in a room without you.

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I aim my kettle at you ready or not; You're gonna feel my pain, like it or not; You've got your debts to pay and you wanna alot You're down and out of time.

And there is something I wanted to say: I bent the rhythm I forgot how to play; I wanna tell you that I've called off the dogs, 'cuz your mystery is not worth any soul.

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I wanna tell you that I've galled out the dough, Your mystery is not worth any cell.