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WOMBATS lyrics : "our perfect disease"

I'm a good friend and an excellent lover

I can fool myself just like no other person can


I'm turning into a twisted man




I haven't got any time for selfless deeds


What I do for you is indirectly for me, I'm a stubborn boy


There's nothing here that you can break or destroy




Then as I count sheep in my bed


A train of worry pulls us through my head




Last night I dreamt I died alone


Through all my talk of self-defeat

A fearful bomb ticks underneath





Last night I dreamt I died alone

From now on I'll curb the cynical speaking


It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me




Someone once said I don't have any feelings


Well, I think that emotions can be misleading and thinking back


I might have nailed the coffin shut with that




As I tend to cry in a room full of laughter


Is the cheese finally sliding off of it's cracker?

I don't know, I'll just prepare myself to let it go





As I count sheep in my bed

A train of worry pulls through my head





Last night I dreamt I died alone

Through all my talk of self-defeat


A fearful bomb ticks underneath




Last night I dreamt I died alone


From now on I'll curb the cynical speaking


It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me

It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me


It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me




Last night I dreamt I died alone

And apart from when I lost my virginity

I've never been known to frighten easily

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