Let Me Down
She took a letter from the post office on Second Street
Not addressed to her
The love letter is written all by me
Every word is fuel for the furnace in her heart
She's a fire breathing dragon
And I'm a dying star
Again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And I'll have it some day
The subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you
Nobody wants to hear my stories or experiences
Not a soul seems to care
But I feel like I should share
I got visions for miles
Enough to make a blind man see
All I don't have is a hand to show the side of me
Again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And I'll have it some day
The subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you (up to you, it's up, it's up to you)
You're betting on the sunrise
And I'll have it some day
The subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you
Not addressed to her
The love letter is written all by me
Every word is fuel for the furnace in her heart
She's a fire breathing dragon
And I'm a dying star
Again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And I'll have it some day
The subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you
Nobody wants to hear my stories or experiences
Not a soul seems to care
But I feel like I should share
I got visions for miles
Enough to make a blind man see
All I don't have is a hand to show the side of me
Again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
And I'll have it some day
The subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you (up to you, it's up, it's up to you)
You're betting on the sunrise
And I'll have it some day
The subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you
Credits
Writer(s): Harry Warren, Al Dubin
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