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If you say that we're ill
Just give us your pill
Hope we'll just go away
But once you've inhaled death
Everything else is perfume
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could end up your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could end up your misery
In the end we all end up in a garbage dump
But I'll be the one that's holding your hand

We are sick, f***ed up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f***ed up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured

Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could be your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
Marry with the left hand
So far, so far from the mad'ning crowd

We are sick, f***ed up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f***ed up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured

Am I man or a show, or moment
The man in the moon
Or a man of all seasons
Will I be in at the kill
With you?

We are sick, f***ed up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f***ed up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, f***ed up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f***ed up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick!


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