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It's the calming before the storm
Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
I dance with the devil and drink with the demons
That'll sleep with death and fell short of breath
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
Just be pretty but naive
Anything here is what you'll believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your head
It's the low before the high
It's been so long, I thought you were dead
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
And I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past
With the clouds beneath my feet(?)
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you'll hear is what you'll believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
'Cos we've been falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
I'm a cold metal machine
And I'll do things you've never seen
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you'll hear is what you'll believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your?
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you'll hear is what you'll believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
'Cos we've been falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
I'm a cold metal machine
And I'll do things you've never seen
And what they don't tell you in church is saints are sinners too
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