We are all contestants in your silly little game
Your love's only expression is your personal gain
You think that you're delicious in anything you do
With silence as my witness, your cacophony's the truthSo I'll ask - don't lose what's already lost
I'm begging you, don't lose whats already lost
Because how can you think that you've figured this out?
You haven't got the range
How do you think that the mend gets made?
It isn't magicallyYou never saw salvation
A life was being played
But still you're getting married
You're gonna get paid
Hard not to be suspicious
Of everything you do
His absence is a sickness
His presence goes too smoothSo I'll ask - please don't walk out that door
I'm begging you, don't dare walk through that doorBecause how do you think that you've figured this out?
You haven't got the range
How do you think that the man gets made?
It isn't magicallyWhy do you think that the world owes you
You and no one else?
Wet bed, drip fed, there's no hope
Though we never stood a chanceReal love is much better than this
Real love is much better
Is it real love? Is it real love?
Real love is much better than this
Real love is much better
Is it real love? Is it real love?How can you think that you've figured this out?
You haven't got the range
How do you think that the man gets made?
It isn't magicallyWhy do you think that the world owes you
You and no one else?
Wet bed, drip fed, there's no hope
Though we never stood a chance
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