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and I'll trip a lie, fandangomy legs are sheer elasticit's how you envelope meI'm like a corpse in plasticyou find while at a picnicwhen you're just there to kick itnow you have to call the policeand report somethin' wickedand the scene, it turns so grislyand the children, they are cryingyou hand them black umbrellastell 'em that the world is dyingit's how you hide your cardsit's how you dress your scarsand let them breathe (breathe)life,fantastic...life,so tragic...life,fantastic...Letras de cancionesand I'll trip a lie fandangoI'll dangle from your elbowit's how you envelope mebetween chaos and beautyit's like you're at a picnicand the wind, it turns so wickedbut you cannot call the policeand report what is happeningand the scene, it turns so naughtyand your mother, she is cryingyou take her in your armstell her that the world is dying-----ooh...life,fantastic...life,so tragic...life,fantastic. From Letras Mania