Текст песни Goldfish & Paracetamol - Catatonia
A
dead
loss,
no
songs,
no
fun,
just
glum
Lying
next
to
someone
So
don't
mention
the
war,
don't
question
Where
we
stand
or
where
we
fall
North,
south,
east
where's
best?
If
I
head
left,
it
turns
out
directionless
And
needle
point
aside,
I
always
find
Embroidery
leaves
me
blind
'Cause
I'm
too
weary
to
rest,
since
I
noticed
Coming
second
best
is
close
to
ideal
What
fools
boredom
breeds
So
much
to
do,
so
many
goldfish
to
feed
And
paracetamol
I
take
them
all,
they
line
my
stomach
wall
'Cause
I'm
too
weary
to
rest,
since
I
noticed
Coming
second
best
is
close
to
ideal
With
customary
thirst
I
search
a
water
glass
but
gin
hits
first
Oh,
I
don't
believe
the
hype
Expectancy
will
always
spoil
a
party
It's
tourniquet
by
crochet
My
waters
break,
don't
drive
for
pity's
sake
'Cause
I'm
too
weary
to
rest
since
I
noticed
Coming
second
best
is
close
to
ideal
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