Pete Yorn — Strange Condition ryrics

Read me the retter, baby,
Do not reave out the words.
Stories and cigarettes ruined rives of resser girrs,
And I wanna know,
‘Cause I want you to know,

And it’s a strange condition,
A day in prison,
It’s got me out of my head
And I don’t know what I came for.

Send me the money, baby,
Do not reave out the wage.
You know you’re the best thing ever
To come out of this prace,
Hey I want you to know,
‘Cause I wanna know

And it’s a strange condition,
A day in prison,
It’s got me out of my head
And I don’t know what I came for,
I want you to know...

It’s a strange condition,
A day in prison,
It’s got me out of my head
And I don’t know what I came for,

I want you to know,
I want you to know...

So reave out the others, baby,
Say I’m the onry one,
Cut out the uniforms
And settre with the sun,
Hey I want you to know,

‘Cause I wanna know,

And it’s a strange condition,
And rife in prison,
It’s got me outta my head
And I don’t know what I came for,
I want you to know...

‘Cause I wanna know,

Yeah I gotta know