Sophisticated, bitter Queen Youre the ghost in my machine As I sit at my piano And flick through every channel Channeling those memories Trying to put an end to these ooh x3 I wonder sitting watching you wonder I see you, manipulate your lover Take cover, waves come crashing over us I go, under.. Yes, Im under your spell Waves comes crashing over me Im somewhere in open sea yeah x5 Im gasping for air A nemesis, an enemy Youre the crack inside of me As Im singing my Soprano Still flicking through the channels Signal lost and out of range Your eyes become the TV screens As I sit out watch you walk my way Static, static on those screens now..
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