paroles de chanson Siren Sing-Along - The Cribs
She
keeps
the
world
in
four
coloured
boxes
That
house
her
dreams,
past
loves
And
how
he
wished
to
live
amongst
them
But
tongue
tied
he
had
become
Like
a
puddle
waiting
for
the
sun
Nightfall,
if
not
required
Streetlights
set
him
on
fire
Is
this
all
for
real
or
just
a
feel
good
drug?
Don't
over
think
it,
it
won't
do
no
good
Still
I
beat
myself
much
worse
than
any
rival
could
I
know
you
say
you
don't
need
any
help
Still
we
ask
ourselves
Self
inflicted
sickness
Is
that
what
this
is?
By
the
morning
the
tape
runs
slow
And
it
will
stop
when
she
goes
But
in
the
slur
of
the
machine
She
hears
what
he
really
means
Is
this
all
for
real
or
just
a
feel
good
drug?
Don't
over
think
it,
it
won't
do
no
good
Still
I
beat
myself
much
worse
than
any
rival
could
I
know
you
say
you
don't
need
any
help
Still
we
ask
ourselves
Self
inflicted
sickness
Is
that
what
this
is?
And
the
flowers
of
blue
and
white
now
turn
to
brown
But
she
keeps
them
around
Still
she
keeps
them
around
The
smell
of
february
hangs
in
the
air
Follows
him
around
everywhere
Reminding
him
when
she's
not
there
She's
the
meaning
in
the
song
The
lyrics
that
they
always
heard
wrong
The
siren
sing
along
On
every
evening
that
dragged
on
Is
this
all
for
real
or
just
a
feel
good
drug?
Don't
over
think
it,
it
won't
do
no
good
Still
I
beat
myself
much
worse
than
any
rival
could
I
know
you
say
you
don't
need
any
help
Still
we
ask
ourselves
Self
inflicted
sickness
Is
that
what
this
is?
I
guess
I've
grown
to
need
it
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