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Paroles: The Automatic. Seriously Guys... I Hate You.

Intoxicated by this sound
Nothing but a fever, going round

Concentrated on the tones, that ring dead
Leaving you at home

That's the happiest you've looked all day
That's the happiest you've looked all day
That's the happiest you've looked all day
That's the happiest you've looked all day

Fallout, picked up on a plate
Break down, the crashing of her page
Tick Tock explosions in your ear
Their emotion, moved you here

That's the happiest you've looked all day (Repeat until end of song)

(Thanks to Katie for these lyrics)