Oh ee oh Am I just about to lose my mind? It was fun for five minutes, but I preferred it when I had less time And I'm sick of sensation It's a stroke of luck, you can plug me in if I stink of frustration It's the perfume of excess, I think
Oh ee oh It was purple but the seasons changed Now the vibe is complacent and the smiles have all been prearranged Let's go out and get vacant in a complex crush of the fake and floored But we think that we hate it We hate it more when we're just staying bored
We want to I don't want to do any of this without you Ahh We want to I don't want to do any of this without you Ahh
Oh ee oh I invented life of open doors, every day is gold plated and the shamrock friends I can't afford And I'm sick of sensation It's a stroke of luck, you can plug me in if I stink of frustration It's the perfume of excess, I think
We want to I don't want to do any of this without you
Compositor: Tahita Bulmer / Andy SpencePublicado em 2010ECAD verificado fonograma #12918048 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM