Even Trophy Boys And Girls Sing The Blues lyrics

Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all
this contemplating
So different from the mistakes I`ve been making
And tragedies we`re facing...

So tell me can money buy your point of view?
Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
The things that you`re haunted by; you`re in so high
Inside your candy-coated life
When perfect isn`t making sense,
When perfect makes you sick!

I`m so tired with my hands always shaking
And I`ve been concentrating
On how my seconds I can go without breathing
Or days i can go without feeling

So tell me again, how your parents fucked you up!
With traditions from the bluest blood!

The things that you`re haunted by and lived so high
Inside your candy coated life
And perfect isn`t making sense
And perfect`s making you feel sick
Your life is in a constant panic
Perfect package turning tragic
Seems to make a perfect fit
Of how empty your perfect life has been

I`m so tired with my hands always shaking
And I`ve been concentrating
So different from the mistakes I`ve been making
And tragedies we`re facing...

So tell me can money buy your point of view?
Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
The things that you`re haunted by, you`re in so high
Inside your candy coated life
When perfect isn`t making sense
When perfect`s making you feel sick
Your life is in a constant panic
Perfect package turning tragic
Seems to make a perfect fit
Of how empty your perfect life has been...
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