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Sometimes
Sometimes I feel folded, like a piece of paper
Dirty with the fingerprints of unrepentant hands
Who never ever thinks about the words of love inside me
'Cause it's all so plain and simple thatno-one understands
Sometimes I feel congested like peak hour in the city
Choking on the petrol and the deisel and the dust
I sit and wonder how we all could be so stupid
And I want toleave my vehicle and let it turn to rust
And I wish I had your confidence
I wish I had your smile
I wish I had your joie de vivre
Your innate sense of style
And I wish I had your body near me
Warming up my nights
Saying oooh babe, baby it's alright
Sometimes I feel miniscule just like an amoeba
Floating on a plate of glass watched by unseen eyes
And I feel so cold and lonely in that instant of existence
And I wonder if someone's watching me up above the sky
Perhaps there are no solutions
Perhaps just other questions
Maybe there's a meaning to my solitary life
And I know that there's no guarantees
There's just the pain of living
Perhaps there are no solutions
Maybe there's just life
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Maybe there's just life
Perhaps there are no solutions
There's just the pain of living
And I know that there's no guarantees
Maybe there's a meaning to my solitary life
Perhaps just other questions
Perhaps there are no solutions
And I wonder if someone's watching me up above the sky
And I feel so cold and lonely in that instant of existence
Floating on a plate of glass watched by unseen eyes
Sometimes I feel miniscule just like an amoeba
Saying oooh babe, baby it's alright
Warming up my nights
And I wish I had your body near me
Your innate sense of style
I wish I had your joie de vivre
I wish I had your smile
And I wish I had your confidence
And I want toleave my vehicle and let it turn to rust
I sit and wonder how we all could be so stupid
Choking on the petrol and the deisel and the dust
Sometimes I feel congested like peak hour in the city
'Cause it's all so plain and simple thatno-one understands
Who never ever thinks about the words of love inside me
Dirty with the fingerprints of unrepentant hands
Sometimes I feel folded, like a piece of paper
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