I knew this one young girl who'd tell the trees and the grass,
to read us all their favorite stories
'till we kiss and we'd laugh,
and we'd write to the devil, tell him he's a bad influence,
'cos it's not worth playing God when your the story in the making,
(Love x2)
Tiptoe through the crowd and tiny faces I can't bear,
'till I tripped and found your body at the bottom of the stairs.
And the girl just left me shaking, in the corners of my room.
While your face is changing color, it's the story in the making.
(Love x2 Oooooh ooooh, Oooooh, oooh, Ooooooh ooooh, Oooooh ooooh...)
Lately I've been down 'cos there's a beast under the bed.
And there's always something crawling between my feet and in my head.
I take a long walk to the hospital, but I couldn't stand the smell,
'cos your always changing color,
the decrease in your hell.
Now I'm trapped between two devils, shiny teeth, and shiny hair,
there's an honest love to find somewhere.
If we don't stop now we'll be dead by summer.
Oooooh... you tell me there's a reason... Why our love has collapsed.
Oooooh... We're tiny little creatures... In a canister...
Oooooh... You tell me there's a reason... Why our love has collapsed.
You tell me there's a reason... Why our love has collapsed...
It's just a feeling... But I'm linked to that.

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