I had such a terrible evening
Why we gotta joke about absolutely everything?
I know that nothing's quite right
It's just your instinct to fight
The love I have for you is enemy number one
When you've no idea how the damage is done
I'll know that nothing's quite right
And it's just your instinct, okay, alright
Things are going well and so I better put a stop to it
I'm the saboteur, you know I get a kick from turning you off, yeah
Till you're on, yeah
Counting down the minutes and the hours till I throw it off
Off into the desert, I can barely reach the top of my horse here
Such a forcefield
When I felt everything so sincerely
Why've I gotta tear it into little pieces?
We can't have anything nice
That's just your instinct, okay, alright
Things are going well and so I better put a stop to it
I'm the saboteur, you know I get a kick from turning you off, yeah
Till you're on, yeah
Counting down the minutes and the hours till I throw it off
Off into the desert, I can barely reach the top of my horse here
Such a forcefield
I had such a terrible evening
We can't have anything nice
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