raise your glass for the couple of the century
when you look at us it seems like it was meant to be
but tokyo sways in a unified voice to your r.e.m.
i'm losing my religion to the falsified practice of your love
i hate how you know im right
i hate how the memory of you
reflects in everything i do
i tried to wash them away with every word i say
but it was no use
i looked temptation right in the face
and spat in every gift horse's eye
but im still left alone in the dust
just me and my friends, your lies
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