Track Title:               Lucy
Album Title:               Lucy
Prime Artist:              Candlebox

Producer:                  Kelly Gray
Producer:                  Jon Plum
Producer:                  Candlebox
Written by:                Candlebox

Lyrics:
Another lie for us to live in
                  Pages pick it up anytime she likes
       Another life for her to put down, pick it up, pick it up
             Anytime she might find enough to get her high
                         And I'll get her high
                   Turn it off I found her weakness
                  Boxes filled with memories shavings
                      Lead into something better,
                         I heard it yesterday
                          Old news my friend,
                        She's broken hearted...
                   I know, she'd seen it all along,
                        She's better off lately
                    They said it's all she's after,
                        Every time, every time
                           Can she free it,
                        Has it all been wasted
                    Can we see here one last time?
                    Another lie for her to live in
         Breakdowns, pull her out and knock us down every time
                   Another time for her to find out
                        She'll let it go blue,
                  And then she'll fall down. Gently,
                     Until she's broken hearted...
                   I know, she'd seen it all along,
                        She's better of lately
                    They said it's all she's after
                        Every time, every time
                           Can she free it,
                        Has it all been wasted
                     Can she free it on last time?
                           Can she free it?
                    So when she lays her head down,
          Do you read all the thoughts that she reads aloud,
                     She can, she can see through
                   And when she says he's found out,
          All the thing that she though we would read about,
                     She can, she can see through
                  And when she says she's played out,
        All the dreams that she thought she could dream about,
                Do you feel, do you feel, do you feel,
                  Do you feel the need to break free?
                      Is it all she's made of...


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