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lyrics
I guess I'm doing fine if I can't feel the sickness
I'm not scared of ghosts like me, immaterial and formless
I sense surprising silence of the siren's choir
The gas station and the lighter are keeping quiet
But please shut your mouth about romance
I've made a whole album without any lovesongs
Some people are dumber, some are more ugly
So how come that I still could never get in?
I've been through the trouble, so mission abort
Until my faith in love is restored
Shut the fuck up about romance
Please shut your mouth, pretty please
Don't have to check my shirts for blood stains
Don't have to help me or to get away
Let's go out tonight, and have a couple of beers
So text me, call me, meet me
The songs of mating birds sound pretty sad when you're lonely