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Mediocrity's got me so opportunities have been slow.
Sentiment has got me feeling low.
*My left back speaker's blown.
Left the radio on.
Who left the door unlocked?
Now my hit's stolen.
Where's all your passion gone?
Where's all your fashion gone?
Where's all your magic gone?
Now you feel famous? *
Encyclopedias sold through the media.
Fashion is feeding us identification.
Consequential because she doesn't but he does.
Metric systemic is buzz making me anxious.
Applaud the effort you display, as long as it don't sound the same.
It's second rate you know.
Average if not below.
Repeat * Chorus *
Sentiment has got me feeling le-le-le-le-le-low! (X4)
I just shouldn't even say... but it all sounds the same.
Mediocrity cold killed your act.
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Five times out of a hundred.
Tell me what my odds are, my heart isn't working.
Five times out of a hundred.
Tell me what my chance is, romance is under rated.
Stare on. Don't let a glance be too short.
Five times out of a hundred.
Tell me what my odds are, so far I'm not working
Five times out of a hundred.
Tell me what my chance is, romances mean a lot too.
Hey Hey Hey
I don't wanna know
Say Say Say
I don't wanna go
Stay Stay Stay
I don't want a slow
Slow Slow Day
Five times out of a hundred.
Tell me what my odds are, my heart isn't working.
Five times out of a hundred.
Tell me what my chance is, romance is under rated.
Hey Hey Hey
I don't wanna know
Say Say Say
I don't wanna go
Stay Stay Stay
I don't want a slow
Slow Slow Day
Stare on. Don't let her glance be too sharp.
Don't stop. Glances are a playground.
Stay around the sound of laughing boys.
Walk on around the table making noise. Stare on! Oh no?
I wanna turn the bathtub on and watch this house drown from the lawn.
I wanna turn this energy on.
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Wake up!
You do have a way words -at least with me- unfortunately.
Please tell me this means what I think it does -but secretly- so he won't see.
My dear, I fear that your scandal has corrupted many -disrupted many- anyway.
Have a good sleep on your own.
Have a good sleep all alone.
Tape up your fingers they're bleeding now, so knock less hard.
Wait patiently. Useless -they're useless excuses.
So unnecessary -but not with me.
Holding on, though I don't why. Holding on to your lullabye.
My love is gone, but not for long.
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Cars look oh so so sad.
Roads look oh so so drab.
Windows copied and pasted.
Buildings look pixelated.
Alphabetical names.
Dropping, wet dripping.
No rain will blur invisible ink.
I think you think I wrote it down.
down, down, down...
Why are you wired into the wall?
Why are you wired in it at all?
Why are you wired into the wall?
Why are you wired in it at all?
No you won't believe it -not until you see it. No.
No you won't believe it -not until I write it down.
No you won't believe it -not until you see it. No.
No you won't believe it -not until I write it, not until I write it..
down, down,
No you won't believe it- not until you see it. No
No you won't believe it -not until I write it down.
No you won't believe it -not until you see it. No.
No you won't believe it -not until I write it down.
(not until I write it down)
down
I touch you, touch you
I touch you, touch you-oh
down
I touch you, touch you
I touch you, touch you-oh
down
I touch you, touch you
I touch you, touch you-oh
down
I touch you, touch you
I touch you, touch you-oh
now
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A long, long time ago
It went exactly as I planned
'cause back then
We never played it safe
And she put on more for show
She put on more for show
Combustible at best
The rest just fell right in to place
Yes, in fact, that was the case
But when she sat down I felt seriously delerious 'cause
A tragedy at best
The less she cared about herself
No longer cared about her little self
And the reason that it took me
And she hooked me originally was all for show
For show (5x)
A dollhouse drawn in sand
The random look of dirty hands throwing out my plans
I felt seriously delerious and furious
'cause she put on more for show
For show (5x)
A long, long time ago
it went exactly as I planned
'cause back then she put on more show
Then so effortlessly lost her lust for dressing up
She's messing up she's no more fun
But now I know it
Had to be
Had to be
Had to be more
For show (9x)
Put it on
Put it on
Put it on
Put it on
Put it on
She put it on
Put it on
Put it
More for show
For show
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