I wanna run, Too slow to die I want to move some-place where I can see the sky. I wanna crash, Inside a sleep. I wanna get up but I'm in too deep. And I don't want it all but when I want it too much, It's not unusual, this kind of crime. I think you're blind, I'd rather die. But when I call you up, to say i'm fine. I think you're blind, I'd rather die. I wanna grow, old with the wife. I wanna settle down and have a simple life. I gotta cry, I cut my head. I had a knock at this but I don't care. And there's money so dirty, that I can't stand to touch it. It's not unusual, this kind of crime. I think you're blind, I'd rather die. But when I call you up, to say i'm fine. I think you're blind, I'd rather die. So take your time, I'm just the one, you're just the one. And take a break, well it's not too late; It's not too late. But all these things are told, Well they mean more now than they did before, It's such a pretty mistake that I should know, I said I love you, let's go! It's not unusual, this kind of crime. I think you're blind, I'd rather die. But when I call you up, to say i'm fine. I think you're blind, I'd rather die.