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Date Posted: 08:20:29 09/07/06 Thu
Author: Lucas Laurence
Subject:
Fallin’ asleep at the wheel again baby
You’re driftin’ over the line
You’re hands are tight but you’re losin’ grip quickly
Fix me
Can you read the signs?


Being the middle of the week, things weren't as crazy as they got on the weekends, which he was thankful for, but it was still busy and he was still trying to get some work down. With things all messy with him and his wife, he had been doing his own paperwork again these past few months and it was a challenge - so much better when Jas took care of everything. Brows furrowed, he was hunched over his desk crunching numbers - the door to his office purposely closed, to keep out the music, and the people, and to force him to focus. It wasn't helping much though and he was feeling as absent-minding as Cameron always seemed to be - his eyes kept wandering to the window that looked over the club, and he spent more time tapping the end of his pen on the paper then he did actually writing anything down. He wasn't feeling the discipline. His dark hair was a disheveled mess and the top few buttons of his rich red shirt were unbuttoned - even his shoes and slacks had been abandoned for jeans and flip-flops. Tonight, he wanted to be on the floor, not in his office...

Thumbin’ your way to Vegas, dirty, and dreamin’ of the other side
Save your tears and laughter because it doesn’t matter what you find

It ain’t pretty after the show
It ain’t pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

If you think you need it
Here’s the place to feed it
But it ain’t pretty

When, everything that you do is wrong,
And you feel like you can barely survive
When those around you are crumblin’ downwards
Buried in the sunset alive

Thumbin’ your way to Vegas, dirty and screamin’ like you're back from hell
Save your dreams and occupations 'cause it doesn’t matter what you sell

It ain’t pretty after the show
It ain’t pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

So, if you think you want it
Here’s the place to get it
It ain’t pretty

The party's over and the road is long
The party's over and you're moving on


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