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"Anaesthetic"

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Living on anaesthetic
No one seems to get it
Numb to the sensation
Living on anaesthetic
Not the way you chose to have it
It's too cold to care
It's only fair

Waiting for rendezvous
It's getting heavier the longer you are waiting for her
Pulling through
There's a smell like it died in the gutter
And it's getting you
You're tired to your stay away mother
Cause there's no one else
You're at your wits end

Losing feeling in your fingertips
And now you're wondering if anyone is showing
And you're losing it
All you ask is for anyone to care
The sun it sets
And now you're walking and the cars flirt with you
Direct your stare
You're at your wits end

Living on anaesthetic
No one seems to get it
It's too much to take and now you're numb to the sensation
Living on anaesthetic
Not the way you chose to have it
It's too cold to care
It's only fair

It's only fair
Sick of all the stares
Wait until you're dead
Till they pretend to care
It's only fair
Wait until you own the air

When you're alone
The ceiling is gone
Chilled right to the bone
Lost without a home
When you're alone
You feel you are known
Maybe you will mend
You're at your wits end

Living on anaesthetic
No one seems to get it
It's too much to take and now you're numb to the sensation
Living on anaesthetic
Not the way you chose to have it
It's too cold to care
It's only fair

Living on anaesthetic
No one seems to get it
It's too much to take and now you're numb to the sensation
Living on anaesthetic
Not the way you chose to have it
It's too cold to care
It's only fair
This song is from the album "Argonaut EP".