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it's the calming before the storm

alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm

when you wake up hungover

you wish you were sober

I dance with the devil and drink with the demons

that'll sleep with death and fell short of breath

when you wake up hungover

you wish you were sober

just be pretty but naive

anything here is what you'll believe

let the rhyme get stuck in your head

wish you had undressed me in your head

it's the low before the high

it's been so long, I thought you were dead

when you wake up hungover

you wish you were sober

and I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past

with the clouds beneath my feet(?)

just be pretty but naive

anything you'll hear is what you'll believe

let the rhyme get stuck in your head

wish you had undressed me in your bed

'cos we've been falling apart

built to crumble from the start

I'm a cold metal machine

and I'll do things you've never seen

just be pretty but naive

anything you'll hear is what you'll believe

let the rhyme get stuck in your head

wish you had undressed me in your?

just be pretty but naive

anything you'll hear is what you'll believe

let the rhyme get stuck in your head

wish you had undressed me in your bed

'cos we've been falling apart

built to crumble from the start

I'm a cold metal machine

and I'll do things you've never seen

and what they don't tell you in church is saints are sinners too