So you say you're ignored, as it is
Well, give us your sad, sad trip
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So bright, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
Assumed it's whether
We're right, or wrong
We're doomed and there's plenty for all
How dare you catch me counting?
How dare you call at all?
How dare you call this suffering?
How dare you call at all?
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
Press on these tannins
They'll double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far
Of course the law is fountains
Of face to face remorse
Of fast and restless blackmail
Like pent up fetish force
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a man to see
Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
Life
Life
Life
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