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Hey, hey,
this is everything today;
you got nothing to complain about,
you got nothing to say;
so this had better be good,
or you'd better be quiet, yeah.

Cos baby
I'm not standing in your way;

we could paint this city red
or we could drown it out in grey:
if Friday night is a bust,
Saturday is a riot, yeah.

Oh, Emily,
oh, I love you for your apathy;
how you sell it in your diary:
it's no secret,
you can't die if your life's a mystery.

Emily,
now you're starving for some sympathy,
and you think you've got it worse than me,
but you'll see that
you can't live if your life's a tragedy.

Hey, hey, girl, you're driving me insane:
you're obnoxious when they're pretty,
you're ecstatic when they're plain;
but this is my design,
this is my roller coaster, yeah.

And you said
I won't be happy 'til I'm dead;
but I told you once before
and I girl I meant it when I said:
I don't wanna be close,
I just wanna be closer, yeah.

Oh, Emily,
oh, I love you for your apathy;
how you sell it in your diary:
it's no secret,
you can't die if your life's a mystery.

Emily,
now you're starving for some sympathy,
and you think you've got it worse than me,
but you'll see that
you can't live if your life's a tragedy.

All alone,
and very ordinary;
when your duress
is not your sactuary,
you've got it wrong;
but I've never been the type to walk away
so fast;

cos there's no way out,
until I shout:

Oh, Emily,
I only love you for your apathy;
how you sell it in your diary:
it's no secret,
you can't die if your life's a mystery.

Emily,
now you're starving for some sympathy,
and you think you've got it worse than me,
but you'll see that
you can't live if your life's a tragedy.