Carina Round How Many Times
I want to get away
I just can't help myself
Seems everything that I've got
Has been had by somebody else
You know I've been so lost
I've been locked in a poison space
I don't think that I can stand
Another minute in this place
How many times, uh
How many times, uh
Morning enters my brain like a razor
Wake up with a face like a snapshot of a New York day
I sit pretty with a fist for a drink
Well how long now until you turn up
Shooting lines of advise like a heart attack
I never heard anything quite as, as exciting as that
I can't stand these people, I keep paying for help
Help
How many times, uh
How many times, uh
I can't stand these questions
I keep asking myself
I need a way home
I, I, I need help
How many times
How, how, how many
How many times, uh
How many times
