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I’ll make you care and cause you pain, I never realise the effect till it’s too late. I throw out my nebulous net and I bait it fully with empty charm, I await my princess to appear and mask myself as her knight-at-arms, I power up my laughing gear with some beers to kick-start my fib device, And before it turns too late my gob enters overdrive to soliloquise. I never wanted to break your heart, It’s just I can’t stop once I start. Me and my big mouth get me in trouble, I always say things I regret, And then I make myself forget, And then I’ll do it all again, I’ll make you care and cause you pain, I never realise the effect till it’s too late. It’s a mental disorder, A neurosis I can’t confine, I know I will never falter, I do this all the fucking time. I never wanted to misuse you, It’s just that I can’t confront the truth. Me and my big mouth get me in trouble, I always say things I regret, And then I make myself forget, And then I’ll do it all again, I’ll make you care and cause you pain, I never realise the effect till it’s too late. Me and my big mouth! |
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