If you're looking for a saviour
Honey, hearts don't break round here
All your new friends will tell ya
We know how to make it disappear
This is gonna be your making
This is where it's gonna hurt
Don't you hear the orchestra playing?
Is it what you said that you want?
I went to the cinema and I cry in the theatre
I wish that I made movies, good art, it makes me bitter
I turn on the radio and I grieve when I hear it
The song I wish I'd written and I could've, but I didn't
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on
Guess I better call the preacher
Or bleach my hair to platinum blonde
I should probably go get clean, but
The feeling helps me write better songs
Pretty young thing on the scene, but
My sweet tooth is starting to rot
Think I need a change of the seasons
Maybe a change of heart
I went to the cinema and I cry in the theatre
I wish that I made movies, good art, it makes me bitter
I turn on the radio and I grieve when I hear it
The song I wish I'd written and I could've, but I didn't
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on
(Oh-oh-on, oh-oh-on)
(Oh-oh-on, oh-oh-on)
This frequency, this heart and beat
I've tried to shut down the sound, but it comes from me
I open my mouth, I'm singing off-key
I pray that time will wait for me
I went to the cinema and I cry in the theatre
I wish that I made movies, good art, it makes me bitter
I turn on the radio and I grieve when I hear it
The song I wish I'd written and I could've, but I didn't
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on
(Oh-oh-on, oh-oh-on)
(Oh-oh-on, oh-oh-on)
(Oh-oh-on, oh-oh-on)
(Oh-oh-on, oh-oh-on)
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