How come you love it
But not yourself
You are far lovely of
In twelve of this together
And what is worse
What is worse
I'm a terrible mirror
I model all the colour in your
And now I am dreamful
And live on my own
You always tell me
Not to stop in the day
A town called the know
They are sleeping root for me
And what is worse
What is worse
I have no money
But I live like royalty
And that was september
Now I'm feeling the cold
And that was the end of
A familiar phone call
(Bridge)
You come to my room
To tell me I'm so cruel
'Cause I have no plans
To settle down, down
What is worse
What is worse
When the face is all we see
It's the sounds that unease me
And that was september
Now I'm feeling the cold
And that was the end of
A familiar phone call
(Bridge)
You come to my room
To tell me I'm so cruel
'Cause I have no plans
To settle down, down

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