Lyrics

I'm not convinced I'm a mistake. Floating through life, isn't it great? But she disagrees, she thinks I'm a fraud. Lapping it up, I feed on applause. Wasting the days, sucking my thumb. Sleeping around, nothing gets done. But it's a disease I cannot afford to shake. Where haven't I been? Isn't it great? I'm not convinced I'm a mistake. Floating through life, isn't it great? But she disagrees, she thinks I'm a fraud. Lapping it up, I feed on applause. Wasting the days, sucking my thumb. Sleeping around, nothing gets done. But it's a disease I cannot afford to shake. Where haven't I been? Isn't it great? It's passion underwater. Like burning underwater. The movement of the ocean is tired of the water It's passion. It's passion underwater. Like burning underwater. The movement of the ocean is tired of the water It's passion underwater. Like burning underwater. The movement of the ocean is tired of the water It's passion It's passion
Writer(s): Matthew Dear, Robert Telson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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