A prisoner of my paradox; Heaven or Hell? Pacing up and down my cage; too soon to tell
What a suffocating state to be
Working class heroes mean nothing to me; I'm a working class zero chained to the tree of life
A dangerous thing to be
And now the baby needs to grow, but the mother is crazy
What lies behind the mask, behind the wave and the smile?
Your appearance is deceptive, my sweet crocodile. What a fascinating thing to see
Revealing all your secrets, you'd better beware. Revealing all your secrets, you wouldn't dare
Reveal yourself to me. Would you?
It must have been like this before
But my memory's hazy. My memory's hazy
So I'll stand in line. Three million desperados
There's hope for me, but for some the story's different
They'll stand in line. They'll bide their time
Waiting for a sign. Counting out the time
Clever, clever creatures; death in your kiss. Playing with the future in innocent bliss
What a suffocating state to be
But what a fascinating thing to see
And he said "I know what it's like to be dead. I know what it's like to be
I know what it means to be sad
But she's making me feel like I've never been born. She's making me feel like I've never been born
Never been born"
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