Lirieke: Pretty Girls Make Graves. The New Romance. Chemical, Chemical.
See the strange boy talking to his shadow
He's got a secret to tell
His imaginary friend knows everything
Don't let him go out
He says they won't believe you
You don't know what you're talking about
Cause his eyes are always red, can't sleep at night
Doesn't feel like being positive all the time
Doesn't sit still, doesn't look well
Give him something, make it chemical chemical
You'll feel better when you cannot feel
See the strange girl talking to her shadow
She's got a secret to tell
Her imaginary friend knows everything
Don't let her go out
She says they won't believe you
You don't know what you're talking about
Doesn't sit still, doesn't look well
Give him something, make it chemical chemical
You'll get use to cranial niches
Smoothes out neuro-tramsmitted glitches
You'll feel better when you cannot feel
We'll have such a fabulous time
Almost imitate a normal life
You'll feel better when you cannot feel
The New Romance
Pretty Girls Make Graves
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