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mr brightside


invisiblecola

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what an amazingly depressing song.

 

"Now they’re going to bed

And my stomach is sick

And it’s all in my head

But she’s touching his—chest

Now, he takes off her dress,

Now, let me go

 

I just can’t look its killing me

And taking control

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibis

But it’s just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes

‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside"

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