The Living End

The Living End - One Step Behind lyrics

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Come in sit by the light

Tell us everything that happened tonight

We know you were 

There at the scene of the crime

No, no you've got it all wrong

So don't  blame me

For something I haven't done

It was all just a big mistake



And now you can't think straight

Cause they're onto you now

And now you can't think straight

And they've figured you out

And now you can't think straight

Cause they're onto you now

And now you can't think straight



They're always just one step behind

And you're so scared of what they'll find

And now you're running for your life

You're buying anything they sell 

Those pushed will always say they fell

You got a postcard sent from hell



With my strong alibi

You can't frame me, don't even try

You don't know me

You're not even trying to see



And now you can't think straight

Cause they're onto you now

And now you can't think straight

And they've figured you out

And now you can't think straight

Cause they're onto you now

And now you can't think straight



They're always just one step behind

And you're so scared of what they'll find

And now you're running for your life

You're buying anything they sell 

Those pushed will always say they fell

You got a postcard sent from hell



And you know you don't belong

And the papers are never wrong!

Just like the public don't forget, don't forget, don't forget



And now you can't think straight

You can't think straight

And now you can't think straight

And now you can't think straight

And now you can't think straight

You're not even trying to see



And now you can't think straight

And now you can't think straight

You're not even trying to see

And now you can't think straight

And now you can't think straight

And now you can't think straight

You're not even trying to think straight

And now you can't think straight





They're always just one step behind

And you're so scared of what they'll find

And now you're running for your life

You're buying anything they sell 

Those pushed will always say they fell

You got a postcard sent from hell

Hell
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Language: English

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