Sorry sir, I stole your money.
Sorry sir, I feel, but it’s so, so twisted, so unreal.
It was what I’d heard of, and what I didn’t have,
But I cannot give what I do not have
And I cannot take what I do not have
I can’t take it.
Don’t stultify, don’t hold me high.

Too many things held precious, too many things held dear;
That’s what I hate, that’s what I fear
Too much to ask for may leave me feeling lonely,
But too little leaves me nothing, nothing.

[Chorus]
But the drone in your voice and the fly on the wall
Said, “It’s over, it’s over, it’s over it is.”
What do I wish for you, what do I wish?
It’s over, it’s over, it is.

And are we still solemn and bleeding?
And are we still swimming to water that was wet?
You can’t give away certain things that you get.

From the outside to the inside
I couldn’t tell you how it really was.
There has to be more on one hand,
Keep your head above water
On the other, the other.

[Chorus]

And are we still solemn and bleeding?
And are we still swimming to water that was wet?
I can’t forgive but I won’t forget.

I’ll wish for you, I’ll plead and I’ll steal.
Hold me precious and hold me dear.
I’ll wish for you, I’ll sing and I’ll feel.
Don’t stultify, don’t hold me high.

Like a Gothic staple, a last goodbye,
One way to float is if you die.
And it’s over, it’s over, it’s over.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over.

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