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Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that’s pretty clever, don’t you boy?
Flyin’ on your motorcycle,
Watchin’ all the ground beneath you drop
You’d kill yourself for recognition,
Kill yourself to never, ever stop
You broke another mirror,
You’re turning into something you are not

Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me dry.
Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me dry.

Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They’re the ones who’ll hate you,
When you think you got the world all sussed out
They’re the ones who spit on you,
You will be the one screaming out

Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me dry.
Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me dry.

Oh, It’s the best that you ever had,
The best thing that you ever, ever had.
It’s the best thing that you ever had,
The best thing that you have had has gone away.

Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me dry.
Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me dry.
Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me dry.