Not Even Close Lyrics - Singles - Finn Tim

I've been walking the straight line 

Living in my best friend's pocket 

Been looking at my life 

All the time, all the time 

How can I do my work? 

Always looking over my shoulder 

When everything falls apart 

When you make a false start 

Then you can't turn the pages 

And you can't find the door 

When you're nobody's baby 

Not even close to pulling through 

We fill up stolen hours, 

Hunger for the touch of money 

Building crooked towers 

on the faultline, faultline 

When I came running to you 

I was following the light from a dead star 

When everything falls apart 

When you meet a false heart 

Then you can't turn the pages 

And you can't find the door 

When you're nobody's baby 

Not even close to pulling through 

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--- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch --- 

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----- And the piano smells like a piano, ----- 

----- And the microphone smells like a microphone, ----- 

----- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar ----- 

----- and it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. ----- 

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