| Song | Half Of Me |
| Artist | Justin Currie |
| Album | Lower Reaches |
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| Half of me is tied up in our life | |
| But half of me keeps one eye on the knife | |
| Called upon by spirits from the golden cemetery | |
| I’m living in a fantasy that I’m ever cutting free | |
| Of that half of me who is timid and afraid | |
| But half of me wants to leave the life we’ve made | |
| And go out blazing trails in a haze of rock and roll | |
| But my other half she laughs like it’s a joke | |
| Fighting for the soul | |
| Of half of me – that is all she ever gets | |
| But half of me knows that half of me regrets | |
| Ripping through the years without a hope of happiness | |
| But failure never held me any fears until I had success | |
| But half of me deserves everything he gets | |
| Half of me is ready to retire | |
| But half of me is still riven with a fire | |
| Driving me to conjure up the passions of the past | |
| Undignified and faithless to the last and so it has to be | |
| That half of me is forever running free | |
| From half of me |
| Half of me is tied up in our life | |
| But half of me keeps one eye on the knife | |
| Called upon by spirits from the golden cemetery | |
| I' m living in a fantasy that I' m ever cutting free | |
| Of that half of me who is timid and afraid | |
| But half of me wants to leave the life we' ve made | |
| And go out blazing trails in a haze of rock and roll | |
| But my other half she laughs like it' s a joke | |
| Fighting for the soul | |
| Of half of me that is all she ever gets | |
| But half of me knows that half of me regrets | |
| Ripping through the years without a hope of happiness | |
| But failure never held me any fears until I had success | |
| But half of me deserves everything he gets | |
| Half of me is ready to retire | |
| But half of me is still riven with a fire | |
| Driving me to conjure up the passions of the past | |
| Undignified and faithless to the last and so it has to be | |
| That half of me is forever running free | |
| From half of me |
| Half of me is tied up in our life | |
| But half of me keeps one eye on the knife | |
| Called upon by spirits from the golden cemetery | |
| I' m living in a fantasy that I' m ever cutting free | |
| Of that half of me who is timid and afraid | |
| But half of me wants to leave the life we' ve made | |
| And go out blazing trails in a haze of rock and roll | |
| But my other half she laughs like it' s a joke | |
| Fighting for the soul | |
| Of half of me that is all she ever gets | |
| But half of me knows that half of me regrets | |
| Ripping through the years without a hope of happiness | |
| But failure never held me any fears until I had success | |
| But half of me deserves everything he gets | |
| Half of me is ready to retire | |
| But half of me is still riven with a fire | |
| Driving me to conjure up the passions of the past | |
| Undignified and faithless to the last and so it has to be | |
| That half of me is forever running free | |
| From half of me |