400 Metres Lyrics - Four Nights At The Palais Royale - Sloan

Can't you see the black strap 

It holds me up, for the last lap 

I know I said I had a good time 

But now I'm sprawled across the finish line 

I'm pickin' up the straws 

And now I'm wonderin' how I did because 

The situation's heavy 

And the competition's thin 

Now I've got to wake up 

So I can get back on my feet again 

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Could you spare some common sense 

It's a brave gamble, so just give it up 

Now you know about those people in the sky 

Well they're the same folks that held me up 

I'm sortin' out my flaws 

Because I'm runnin' last place 

And the look on my face says 

This record's disappearing 

And my system's on the mend 

But I'll never know who wins 

Until I make it to the end 

Take care of what you preach, right 

'Cause no one cares about your mike fright 

But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think 

That I should stop thinkin' about you that way 

Photos 

The signing of this mock simulation 

Plots a course towards some clarification 

It's a keenly realized fabrication 

Comin' from your radio station 

But I'll be running 400 metres again