Lyrics:
Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes
Underneath that ghostly pale is that you
Someone in your shape shouldn't be driving
Someone in your shape
Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes
Underneath that ghostly pale is that you
Someone in your shape shouldn't be driving
Someone in your shape
You're acting all the time
No, you're not really mine
I'm just another scene in your play acting scheme
No, you don't love me at all
But when you
someone on top of the world
The view is not exactly clear
A shame you did it all at twenty-six
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you, no one
Your private life drama baby leave me out
(repeat 3 times)
J'ai les glands with your theatrics
Your acting's a drag
It's o.k. on TV 'cause
me to go ahead and open it, but
Why would someone pray for you when they don't know you?
You didn't pray for me when I was local
And as I lay these
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes
Underneath that ghostly pale is that you
Someone in your shape shouldn't be driving
Someone in your shape
the speakers played
I'd be on tour almost every day
When I was home up in my flat is where we used to stay
Just watching the DVD, smoking illegal weed
and neither once of us could get it right
Punchin' in when the day begins and punchin' out the local boys at night
There's someone leanin' on a peelin' porch
questions when it's time to leave
She works down at the truck stop
Where she polishes the spoons
She gets colas and burgers for the boys
On those hot
at least not until the day
When something special he read, this is what it said
If you dream of the girl for you
Then call us and get two for the price
have you seeing steady red
Take it slow as you leave me
Don't you go home this evening
With someone that you're acting like is me
And I will try my
Your private life drama baby leave me out [Repeat: x3]
J'ai les glands with your theatrics
Your acting's a drag
It's ok on t.v 'cause you can
on the street and the nation is worried
But you can't talk back when you're dead, when you're dead and
Buried
And everybody's restless
Everybody's scared
questions when it's time to leave
She works down at the truck stop
Where she polishes the spoons
She gets colas and burgers for the boys
On those hot
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
Yeah yeah yeah
We may live again, but hey now, maybe not
So if you love someone, give it all you've got
Time is easy spent, but it can't be
Right at the end
When I start to bluff
An' the lift's going down
An' I start acting tough
It's not enough
It's not enough
Whatever I give
It's
everything
You know it hurts to end like this
When we've come so far
Don't tell me love is blind
Cause I know what I see
Tell me how you walk away when
All
days it's hard to meet women
Feel like my love life is finished
I've been avoiding commitment
That's why I'm in this position
I'm scared to let
For someone on top of the world, the view is not exactly clear
A shame you did it all at twenty-six
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill
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