| We are all contestants in your silly little game
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| Your love’s only expression is your personal gain
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| You think that you’re delicious in anything you do
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| With silence as my witness, your cacophony’s the truth
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| So I’ll ask, don’t lose what’s already lost
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| I’m begging you, don’t lose what’s already lost
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| Because how can you think that you’ve figured this out?
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| You haven’t got the range
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| How do you think that the man gets made?
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| It isn’t magically
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| You never sought salvation, a life was being played
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| But still you’re getting married, you’re gonna get paid
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| Hard not to be suspicious of everything you do
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| His absence is a sickness, his presence goes too smooth
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| So I’ll ask, please don’t walk out that door
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| I’m begging you, don’t dare walk through that door
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| Because how can you think that you’ve figured this out?
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| You haven’t got the range
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| How do you think that the man gets made?
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| It isn’t magically
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| Why do you think that the world owes you?
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| (I want you)
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| You and no-one else?
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| (I need you)
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| Wet bed, drip-fed, there’s no hope
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| (I bleed you)
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| No, we never stood a chance
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| (I love you)
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| Real love is much better than this
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| Real love is much better
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| Is it real love?
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| Is it real love?
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| Real love is much better than this
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| Real love is much better
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| Is it real love?
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| Is it real love?
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| How can you think that you’ve figured this out?
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| You haven’t got the range
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| How do you think that the man gets made?
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| It isn’t magically
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| Why do you think that the world owes you?
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| (I want you)
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| You and no-one else?
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| (I need you)
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| Wet bed, drip-fed, there’s no hope
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| (I bleed you)
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| No, we never stood a chance
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| (I love you) |