Shot to Hell - Henry Paul Band

The other guys eat
But I don't feel like eatin'
I know I ought to sleep
But I ain't very tired
I wonder what's wrong with me

My knees are weak
And my back is breakin'
My nerves are shot
And my hands are shakin'
I wonder what could it be

(Cause) Maybe my baby 
Is thinkin' of leavin'
I'm too far away to tell
It seems my ship of dreams
Is sinkin'
And my love is shot to hell

1) I ought to call her up
But I shouldn't doubt her
I wouldn't want to ever try
To live without her
What am I gonna do
I wake up screaming
Dreaming in the night
That my baby booked
That morning flight
I hope my dreams
Don't come true

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