Fake Depeche Mode Song lyrics

Well I`m not pretty or good to the eye
Never left my room til` 25.
If I were happy would you punish me?
Tie me up and call it therapy?
Miserable life, miserable life
Miserable life, miserable life
Let me be you`re scratching post
Your father, son, and your holy ghost
Make my devotion turn right back on me
Don`t push me down and calle me a wussy.
Miserable life, miserable life
Miserable life, miserable life
(Miserable life) Devotion!
(Miserable life) Emotion!
(Miserable life) Depression!
(Miserable life) Obsession!
You can`t see me because I`m wearing black.
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