Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy?
Flying on your motorcycle, watching 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 dryDrying 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've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at 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 dryIt's the best thing that you have ever had, it's the best thing that you have ever had.Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Songwriters
YORKE, THOMAS EDWARD/O'BRIEN, EDWARD JOHN/GREENWOOD, COLIN CHARLES/GREENWOOD, JONATHAN RICHARD GUY/SELWAY, PHILIP JAMESPublished by
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