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Playing Bowies With Me - David Fonseca

One more strive

Of the drink and drive

With the crashes within

One just gets to hound

The other one rebounds

And no prize to win

You trip and stumble

As you try to juggle

Those staged sorries

Like papercuts

They just build up

One slower defeat

What is there left to prove

Is there something left to lose

You've been playing bowies with me

Tell me who are you supposed to be

Cus I don't know you anymore

Rabbits out of hats

The amazing trapeze cats

It won't do it for me

Cus I can perceive

The tricks of your sleeve

Your magician days are gone

What is there left to prove

Is there something left to lose

You've been playing Bowies with me

Tell me who are you supposed to be

Cus I don't know you anymore

What is there left to prove

Is there something left to lose

You've been playing bowies with me

Tell me who are you supposed to be

Cus I can't do this anymore

I'm tired I'm tired of being alone

You've been playing bowies with me

Tell me who are you supposed to be

Cus I don't know you