THE MYTH OF THE MYTHOMANIAC
I'm more into blue than white
can you believe it
who is it that lives upstairs
those people don't matter
things tend to snowball
with no end in sight
I've tried everything
the epitome of filth
help me instead of just staring at me
get me to the beach on time
you don't see things as they are
that's not really my cup of instant
if anything tempts you take it
the bastard never recognized her
can you believe it
who is it that lives upstairs
those people don't matter
things tend to snowball
with no end in sight
I've tried everything
the epitome of filth
help me instead of just staring at me
get me to the beach on time
you don't see things as they are
that's not really my cup of instant
if anything tempts you take it
the bastard never recognized her
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