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The plans are on the table but they don’t mean a thing
The ticket’s in your hand but you don’t hear freedom ring
And the turnstiles click away with the sound of nothin’ doin’
There was nothing else to do on a rainy Saturday morn’
But listen to your blood flow with the prospect of the chore
Of picking up the pieces of what you did the night before

And when that darkness comes a creepin’
I need my girl to keep on keepin’
It’s them or us baby
Something’s got to give

Nothing could prepare you for the never ending fall
Just before they moved the door and broke down all the walls
Now you’ve left it all behind and you can never keep from lookin’ back
A box full of guilty pleasures in a hurricane of rage
Only made it worse by reading the last page
Live to try to measure up to someone who measures how you live

And when that darkness comes a creepin’
I need my girl to keep on keepin’
It’s them or us baby
Something’s got to give

Give up on the giving in
Give in to the giving out
Give out to the giving up
Just give me a way out

I could bore you to death with everything I know about you
Sit down and tell me how it started we could talk about it ‘til two
Just don’t try to sell me misery, cause you know I’m only buying hope

And when that darkness comes a creepin’
I need my girl to keep on keepin’
It’s them or us baby
Something’s got to give

Something’s got to give …
It’s them or us baby something’s got to give

Written by Rob Bennett © 2003 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP

Rob Bennett: Vocal and guitar
Tom Gillon: Guitar and vocals
Jeff Monette: Bass
Kevin Smith: Drums
Dave Draves: Piano

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