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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 truth



So 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 magically



You 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 smooth






So I'll ask - please don't walk out that door

I'm begging you, don't dare walk through that door



Because 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 magically



Why 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



Real 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 magically



Why 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