Placebo "Long Division" |
Well I was lost in conversation When he called you were sick and blue All that I could do Is make your fears come true You see I'm sick and tired of masturbation Sick and tired of all this yuppie flu All that I can do is make your fears come true Then multiply Multiply (the) fears will multiply Well I was lost in contemplation When he called you could not get through So all that call could do Is make your fears come true You see I'm sick of all our confrontations Sick of how you stick to me like glue So all that I could do Is make your fears come true Then multiply Multiply (the)fears will multiply Multiply And your love for me will die Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |