| Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow,
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| I need you when my heard is spinning round,
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| I look into the looking glass but none of them is me,
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| It takes at least an hour to pin me down,
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| First impressions often lie,
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| They always fool the naked eye.
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| I hold you gently on my tongue and then you drift away,
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| It’s hard to read the writing on the label,
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| I force my hands out sideways but I can’t resist the strain,
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| And it don’t help me, no it don’t help me,
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| First impressions often lie,
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| They always fool the naked eye.
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| I think I recognize a friendly face I’ve seen before,
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| (don't you despair)
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| It’s moving far too quickly to be sure,
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| Tangled in a web of twisted memories and lies,
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| (There's no one there)
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| I’m fighting for a reason to go on.
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| Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow,
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| I need you when my heard is spinning round,
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| I multiply myself by two in the mirror on the wall,
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| But it don’t help me, no it don’t help me,
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| First impressions often lie,
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| They always fool the naked eye.
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| I think I’ve lost control, I think I’ve lost control,
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| I think I’ve lost control, I think I’ve lost control… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pretty Paracetamol , by - Fischer-z. Song from the album Going Red For A Salad (UA Years 79 - 82), in the genre