Wake Up Clean - Single

by Will And The Won'ts

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released 27 August 2014

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Track Name: Wake Up Clean
Don't you find it hard to be so tactful when you smile?
It all looks so innocent, not pre-meditated in its style
Do you find your answers when you fool somebody else?
Or do you just go around breakin' hearts when you feel nothin' in yourself?

Is it a lie that you were told when you were young?
Do you feel as if you're cursed, no idea where it came from?
Or just a matter of circumstance that strung us up this way?
Whether it’s a mistake or destiny, I'm cryin' all the way

But it seems your reaction is as dead as the leaves
But this feelin' ain’t dying and I can't do as I please
You're always stuck in the back of my thoughts and memories
And all I want is to wake up clean

Burnt bridges and broken mirrors... I’m disconnected and I’ve run dry
The feeling of "forever" is settlin' in, all I hear are deafening lies
The melodrama I've fought my whole life seems to creep up and surprise me
It seems as if I've just had misconceptions about when the sun is rising

Clean enough to move, clean enough to prove that I’m not tied to you, babe
Clean enough to see that I should face reality and say goodbye to you, babe
Track Name: Get Out!
I’ve got a distraction for ya, maybe take your mind for a spin
But you’ve got a reaction for me that’ll get right under my skin
No use makin’ chit-chat, woman, but I guess we’ll just carry on
You’ve got me talking and talking treading water for way too long

Get out! Get out!
You’ve got a lotta nerve!

You’re tellin’ me you miss handwritten letters, land-lines, and the watch on your wrist
You identify all of creation with whatever you were born with
Have you tried lookin’ anyone in the eye before you point down at their shoes?
You tell me you’re bound for the top, but it seems you were born to lose

Get out! Get out!
Don’t say another word!
Get out! Get out!
You’ve got a lotta nerve!

Can you hear me saying these words quite directly and plain as day
I’m not certain that I’m talkin’ to a person, my empathy’s faded away
I think I’d rather sit alone in a corner and not be able to write
Rather than teeth and lips movin’ makin’ an air of confusion that’ll last out the night

Get out! Get out!
Don’t say another word!
Get out! Get out!
You’ve got a lotta nerve!

I know you want me outta here too, but politeness won’t allow for an ounce of the truth
An ounce of the truth can sometimes be the glue that keeps my mind in check and my anger unused.
When my anger is used some feelings get bruised and it’s a sure fire path to regret.
Regret is thing that I just can’t conceive so I’ll give it to you again so there’s nothin’ you don’t get