My love, my love I hope someday I find a way to talk to you 'Cause you're a star, the Brighton star If you're one of them, then I suppose that you're ideal I swear, I swear My love, my love I find somewhere a better place for you to stay 'Cause you're a star, I call you my star If you get bored, if I'm naive, I'll let you go I've got panic It's a trick But it's nice what a game It's erotic Automatic What a game, what a mess But someday I will surely find the way It's bringing me down Tonight, tonight Tonight I sleep until the morning turns the light down Something is wrong I'm never satisfied Tonight, oh tonight I sleep until I die I've got panic It's a trick But it's nice what a game It's erotic Automatic What a game, what a mess It's bringing me down it's bringing me down I've got panic It's a trick But it's nice what a game It's erotic Automatic What a game, what a mess
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