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I like you I think that you're pretty good But I think that you think that I Well That I am a bit undercooked I'm lazy I play silly jokes and go over the top And one of these days it's gonna get me killed That'll be my lot I suppose I'd leave you alone after a hint But I'll lie in my bed feeding my head 'Til I become fairly intelligent 100,000 people today were burned I felt a pang of concern What are we waiting for? A message of hope From the pope? I think he got shot As well When everyday of your life seems the same as the last And you know who you're gonna meet And what they gonna ask SongtexteThen supposing your legs just withered away And you had to somehow slide around On your backside for the rest Of your days Imagine that you're happy now It's easy if you try Because we're all caught up in a mortifying loop Life Aus Songtexte Mania