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And I'm tired of the mainstream And I feel like an outcast And I don't fit inside your perfect beautiful routine There's a ghost in my closet Caffeine in my bloodstream My tell-tale heart don't have a chance with you You say what you say But your mind's made up You lead me on and you know it I play all your games But I know the score And I hate you for making me love you There's a word to describe this Some might say that it's hopeless And I can't help thinking you just hurt me out of boredom I'm a pawn in your kingdom Make your move, because I'm ready I can feel you breathing, feel you turn inside my soul You say what you say But your mind's made up You lead me on and you know it I play all your games But I know the score SongtexteAnd I hate you for making me love you There's a fine line between Comedy and tragedy, suffering and ecstasy The truth just keeps marching on Grabbing hold of all of me I'm strung for all the world to see Aus Songtexte Mania