[Spoken]
(One, two, three)
[Sung]
Some kind of superstition, yeah, that's why I'm hangin' round
I've got a lot to figure out
I know my eyes get blurry, that's thin water on my brain
I said it's a lot to think about
Some blankism, my eyes open
Do let the out
I slipped on the paving
That's what I want
The sun on the ceiling
Cuz for nothing (oh ooh hmm, oh ooh hmm)
There's so much I asked for and that's when I knew
That the basic reaction was out to do choking me up again
Fight on the day
Now I can breathe easy
Now I beat the feeling
That's what I want
The sun on the ceiling
Cuz for nothing (oh ooh, oh ooh)
(I really love you
And I really love them staying longer
I can feel guilty)
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