"As the sun lifts its weary head And your brain tries to tell you its dead"
** Gets you down **
In the chill of the night
As the darkness kills the light
And the creatures of the night
Get in a sweat
Creeping without a sound
They’re trying to grind me down
But I won’t let them push me around
Not just yet
It’s the memories of deep regret
That gets you down
oh woo oh woo oh
And it’s something you try to forget
And kick around
The warning becomes a threat
Sure drags you down
oh woo oh woo oh
If you try to stand your ground
You might drown
As the sun lifts its weary head
And your brain tries to tell you it’s dead
Like a vein that’s been freshly bled
Totally dry
Words and music by Terry Bracey
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