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We are all contestants
In your silly little game
Your love's only expression
Is your personal gain
You think that you're delicious
In anything you do
With silence as my witness
Your cacophony's the truth
So I'll ask
Don't lose what's already lost
I'm begging you
Don't lose whats already lost
Because how can you think
That you've figured this out
You haven't got the range
How do you think
That the mend gets made
It isn't magically
You never saw salvation
A life was being played
But still you're getting married
You're gonna get paid
Hard not to be suspicious
Of everything you do
His absence is a sickness
His presence goes too smooth
So I'll ask
Please don't walk out that door
I'm begging you
Don't dare walk through that door
Because how do you think
That you've figured this out
You haven't got the range
How do you think
That the man gets made
It isn't magically
Why do you think
That the world owes you
You and no one else
Wet bed drip fed there's no hope
Though we never stood a chance
Real love is much better than this
Real love is much better
Is it real love Is it real love
Real love is much better than this
Real love is much better
Is it real love Is it real love
How can you think
That you've figured this out
You haven't got the range
How do you think
That the man gets made
It isn't magically
Why do you think
That the world owes you
You and no one else
Wet bed drip fed there's no hope
Though we never stood a chance
