Bear Hands - Marathon Man

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Sick of the static, I’m sick of your lies
Think you’re the «Baddest Bitch», think twice
After escaping your grasp, I’m coming back to life
Running away, running low on time
Counting the eggs in my basket
Terrible taste in women and I still believe in magic
Nothing ever happens
No more new X’s on the calendar
I’ve run all I can
Marathon Man
Heading for disaster
Oh, it’s a miracle I last at all
I am who I am
Marathon Man
Drinking you in, spitting out the seeds
Asking nice, waiting patiently
As the clock ticks down
I feast despite the famine
Am I a hawk? Are you a dove?
Cold consensual bloodlust
Master masking your love
It’s hard to gauge your reaction
But I can imagine it (Imagine It)
But I can imagine
Nothing ever happens
No more new X’s on the calendar
I’ve run all I can
Marathon Man
Heading for disaster
Oh, it’s a miracle I last at all
I am who I am
Marathon Man
Who’s trading places?
Who’s playing both sides?
Old friends again
I’m staying alive
Like pulling teeth
Like telling a lie
Like young and reckless
Like certain deathwish, murder, suicide
Nothing ever happens
No more new X’s on the calendar
I’ve run all I can
Marathon Man
Heading for disaster
Oh, it’s a miracle I last at all
I am who I am
Marathon Man