Number Nine

Left you a message on the telephone
I try to reach you but you're never home
I'm losing my mind, gotta get out of this place
Take the number nine to outer space

We roll along on fruited plains
Push through the guilt, ignore the pain
Bask in the sun, pray for the rain
Everything we built, was it all in vain

I wanna make a steal
Show me something real
I've been traveling heavy
With all this baggage you left me

You can tear it all to pieces
You can tear it all to pieces

You can tear it all to pieces
You can tear it all to pieces

I wanna make a steal
Show me something real
I've been traveling heavy
With all this baggage you left me



Credits
Writer(s): John Baldwin
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