All Wound Up

Twelve o'clock in the morning Friday night
Another lonely night is coming on
I'm put to sleep in my own bed another waking dead
Is coming on
(Yeah)
And I'm not one of them
And I'm not one of them
(Yeah)
And I'm not one to lose
So take me out
I'm picking up my phone
I'm all wound up
I'll fall down
If cigarettes don't burn me out
She broke my heart
Took me out to dry again
No one really seems to care
Twelve o'clock in the morning (Wednesday night)
Another (lonely night) is coming on
I'm put to sleep in (my own bed) another (waking dead)
Is coming on
(Yeah)
And I'm not one of them
And I'm not one of them
(Yeah)
And I'm not one to lose
So take me out
I'm picking up my phone
I'm all wound up
I'll fall down
If cigarettes don't burn me out
She broke my heart
Took me out to dry again
No one really seems to care



Credits
Writer(s): Luis Leal, Omar Torres, Jessie Castillo
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