Pretend II from dreamer (1997) by frankie death

you're making me pretend
can't help myself in bed
I forget that I could spend
all that time in there

ever thought that you weren't meant
or the thought that you were dead
you hoped for something new
you knew that could not harm you

find yourself in bed making it
your looks of discontent meant
only for your enlightenment

make it though the streets
and the looks of disbelief
mean that only you could leave here
If only you could stay

making friends again
three things to think too thin
to be one by yourself as fragile as the shell

as vanity undressed insanity is blessed
with this, this awkward mess and me pretending

can't remember when, post-human alien
don't want this song to end

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