Lethal situation, beauty combined with grace
Trapdoor to confusion subtly redefined my tastes
Logic of causation inevitable pride before a fall
Reversed in the mirror glass, can't see where I went wrong at all
Raining yet again in paradise
Just the same as any other year
Droplets on the window pane
Disguise reflection of my bitter tears
Same old provocation as though another man were in my place
Like a moth entranced by flame I just can't seem to get away
Loser in the bullshit stakes, neither hippy nor weekend millionaire
Don't understand my life of regret, I know I shouldn't really care
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