Well, they stood prepared as you took the chair
There was no need to satisfy you
I'll be damned though I held your hand
They felt the need to crucify you
You're goin' down, baby baby
You're goin' down, baby baby
You're in a tailspin, running out of your head
You're in a tailspin, running out of your head
You're a fragile flower in it's finale hour
With no chance to taste the waters
Judge declared, "You'll get 15 yrs
Join the lonely sons and daughters"
You're going down, baby baby
You're going down, baby baby
You're in a tailspin, running out of your head
You're in a tailspin, running out of your head
Smoke and mirrors couldn't hide your tears
Your eyes only betray you
Long trip, you lost your grip
We've all been praying for you
You're going down, baby baby
You're going down, baby baby
You're in a tailspin, running out of your head
You're in a tailspin, running out of your head
You're in a tailspin, running out of your head
You're in a tailspin, baby, running out of your head
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