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Living in a world of make-believe without any fear When you're incurably romantic There can be a lot of pain All day long there's sunshine And never
I'm susceptible to stars in the skies, I'm incurably romantic. If they're told to me all covered with sighs, The wildest of lies seem true.
I'm susceptible to stars in the skies, I'm incurably romantic, If they're told to me all covered with sighs, The wildest of lies seems true. Each
I'm susceptible to stars in the skies, I'm incurably romantic, If they're told to me all covered with sighs, The wildest of lies seems true. Each
incurably speechless, but argue with a burning wrath under your pale demise you die but still breathe come on down, drop your mask, sweep you ego and reverse
to heal at night But the treatment doesn’t exist Even though it’s healthy Mistify the semblance Unclerated inside Incurably diseased Body still works well
I sing a sorrowful ode A life so grim So cold, and alone I am incurably insane Suffering life's decay In endless unbearable pain Under the shadows
merely their center of operation for they were incurably given to rove If the area window was found ajar and the basement looked like a field of war If
I'm home, lost my job, and incurably ill You think this is easy, realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose I think she's dancing Feel like Dan
I'm home, lost my job, and incurably I'll You think this is easy, realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose I think she's dancing Feel like
I'm home, lost my job, and incurably I'll You think this is easy, realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose I think she's dancing Feel like Dan
When the skies are brighter canary yellow I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen, So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green.
When the skies are brighter canary yellow I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen, So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green.
When the skies are brighter canary yellow I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen, So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green.
The affected and deranged I confess for the muggers and incurably insane I confess to the ugly for being vain I confess to those I hurt for causing them pain
When the sky is brighter canary yellow I forget every cloud I've ever seen, So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green
I'm home, lost my job, and incurably I'll You think this is easy, realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose I think she's dancing Feel like
I'm home, lost my job, and incurably I'll You think this is easy, realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose I think she's dancing Feel like
I'm home, lost my job, and incurably I'll You think this is easy, realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose I think she's dancing Feel like
To bust it up Before it's really started I'm incurably romantic If you leave me I'll go frantic With cheap champagne Brief affairs and backstage love
not a dream I said shut up, you're not incurably ill You got the motivation, you got the pill Don't mess it up, I go down on my knees Don't blow
Elusively, incurably You crossed the fine line of my reality Tell me who you are Show me where you are Don't forsake me in oblivion Guide me through the way
and incurably green. I have heard people rant and rave and bellow That we're done and we might as well be dead, But I'm only a cockeyed optimist And I can't
the way, I'm losing yours but you're just a fire I learned to touch so intriguing in a perverse way for the incurably dishonest owe the world an apology oh
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