People are puppets held together with string
There's a beautiful sadness
I need you to reach me
Teach me how to love
I
If we catch a criminal
When we catch a criminal
There's nothing
Hypnotised by mirrors
You should look out your window
Beneath cracked panes
Goodbye Mr A-A-A
There's a hole in your logic
You know all
I hate my work, but I'm in control
I'm fearless now,
Put up your barricades
There's money to be made
Continue your charade
Money
I saw a fox by the rabbit hole
You saw a
Everything you love turns to dust,
You'd make more of it
The truth be told, the truth be told
I'm worried about
You got out the wrong side of bed and liked
If we catch a criminal
When we catch a criminal
There's nothing
(Goodbye Mr. A)
There’s a hole in your logic,
You who know
She grabs the yellow bottle
She likes the way it hits
(Sense never seemed to make sense to me.)
Sense never seemed
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