I just want the song and the book that you wrote
The love that you took
The heart that you broke
Because in the end it’s all I will own
When you’re long gone, I’ll be alone
And you know
There’s just no getting over you
And you know
I still haven’t got a clue
It’s a mystery that’s killing me
Not a thrilling need
I’m dying inside the machine
Like a distant dream
Caught in reality
Playing on TV
You know what I mean?
This thing called life is so, so obscene
I just want the rules of the game you play
The blame you use
The words you say
Because in fair truth, it’s all I have
When I can’t think and you will laugh
So it goes
There’s just no weary peace of mind
So it goes
I’m still working overtime
It’s a mystery that’s killing me
Not a thrilling need
I’m dying inside the machine
Like a distant dream
Caught in reality
Playing on TV
You know what I mean?
This thing called life is so, so obscene
I walked in the rain today
Puddles formed around my feet
I - couldn’t, nor wouldn’t delay
The thoughts of you that were coming through
The same as my yesterday
Haunting me
I just want the song and the book that you wrote
The love that you took
The heart that you broke
Because in the end it’s all I will own
When you’re long gone, I’ll be alone
And you know
There’s just no getting over you
And you know
I still haven’t got a clue
It’s a mystery that’s killing me
Not a thrilling need
I’m dying inside the machine
Like a distant dream
Caught in reality
Playing on TV
You know what I mean?
This thing called life is so, so obscene
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