Miss Ramonne, Dan Gil – Dear Self


Awoo…

Listen baby, singing them words to you
Knock some sense into your head before the night is through
There must be a better exit plan
I wish I knew

Well, look at you
You got the face of a survivor
And I’m done being your designated driver
Dear self, you have to keep on making it through, oh

Gotta shake those demons out of your head, oh, baby
What a life you’re living
You might as well be dead
Oh no, no, no

Awoo…
No, no, no, no, no

Whatever’s goin’ on
We haven’t got a clue
Oh, baby, we just wanna break into you
Cut you out, make you numb
‘Til the morning comes, yeah

Oh here we go again
Steadfast to the stakeout
We don’t want no unexpected breakout
Oh, dear self, you have to keep making it through

Gotta shake those demons out of your head, oh, baby
What a life you’re living
We might as well be dead
Oh no, no

(piano solo)

We got to make it through!

Gotta shake those demons out of your head, oh, baby
What a life we’re living
We might as well be dead
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Gotta shake those demons out of your head
What a life we’re living
We might as well be dead
Oh, be dead

I don’t want to be dead
No, I don’t want to be dead
No


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