eight

A: A E/G# F#m E/G# A
B: E/G# A
Bm D E D
INSTR: A D

This lady's slow getting off the number 8
everyone's stupid this early in the day

i punch the clock and the coffin lid comes down on another day
another wasted 8

i must have walked around in circles for a matter of days
i think I've broken the record for just standing in one place
i think I've lost all the feeling in the right side of my brain

It's hard to explain this numbing feeling

And there she goes
Between love and waking up there's the middle 8
I stood and had to wait

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