| Soap opera is throwing out the radio
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| Spit over your shoulder when I’m crossing the road
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| This amulet brings bad luck for us all
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| Yeah, I was once a believer
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| But now my heart turns in to
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| It turns in to
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| It turns in to stone
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| Coldheart cynic
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| That’s what’s become of me
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| Coldheart cynic
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| That’s what you’ve made of me
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| No longer the soothing rays of light, yeah
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| Now I’m a resident of night, yeah
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| Cursewords sinking better than the metaphors
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| Soap opera is throwing out the radio
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| Spit over my shoulder when you’re crossing the road
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| This amulet brings bad luck for us all
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| Now I was once a believer
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| But now my heart turns in to
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| It turns in to
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| It turns in to stone
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| Coldheart cynic
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| That’s what’s become of me
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| Coldheart cynic
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| That’s what you’ve made of me
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| No longer the soothing rays of light, yeah
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| Now I’m a resident of night, yeah
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| What a sparkplug, what a shiny talent
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| What a good sport you are
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| This year’s award goes to you
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| Congratulations and co-miserations
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| Yeah, I was once a believer
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| But now my heart turns in to
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| It turns in to
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| It turns in to stone
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| Coldheart cynic
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| That’s what’s become of me
|
| Coldheart cynic
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| That’s what you’ve made of me
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| No longer the soothing rays of light, yeah
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| Now I’m a resident of night, yeah
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| Coldheart cynic
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| Coldheart cynic
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| That’s the spirit |