The Living End - One Step Behind Lyrics
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One Step Behind
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What Are The Lyrics For One Step Behind By The Living End?
Come in sit by the light
Tell us everything that happened tonight We know you were there There at the scene of the crime No, no you've got it all wrong So don't blame me For something I haven't done It was all just a big mistake And now you can't think straight 'Cause they're onto you now And they've figured you out 'Cause they're onto you now They're always just one step behind And you're so scared of what they'll find And now you're running for your life You're buying everything they sell Those pushed will always say they fell You got a postcard sent from hell With my strong alibi You can't frame me, don't even try You don't know me You're not even trying to see And now you can't think straight 'Cause they're onto you now And they've figured you out 'Cause they're onto you now They're always just one step behind And you're so scared of what they'll find And now you're running for your life You're buying everything they sell Those pushed will always say they fell You got a postcard sent from hell And you don't belong And the papers are never wrong! Just like the public don't forget, don't forget, don't forget And now you can't think straight And now you can't think straight You're not even trying to see They're always just one step behind And you're so scared of what they'll find And now you're running for your life You're buying everything they sell Those pushed will always say they fell You got a postcard sent from hell |
Who Wrote One Step Behind By The Living End?
Andy Douglas Strachan, Christopher John Cheney
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