Paroles: Veruca Salt. Tragic.
I'm tragically opposed to a truce with you
I'm passive in repose, I'm not used to you
I've had it with terrible terrible waste
we broke it off in haste, how tragic
And I look for you on the road
and I look for you in the haze
and I look for you in time
and I search for you in space
Will magic mend our open wounds
we wreaked havoc on each others' hearts, how tragic
how tragic, I'm destined to love you
I manage to survive in the absence of you
And I look for you on the road
and I look for you in the haze
and I look for you in time
and I search for you in space
How tragic, how tragic
how tragic, it's all static
it's all traffic, it's all tragic
tragic'
I'm passive in repose, I'm not used to you
I've had it with terrible terrible waste
we broke it off in haste, how tragic
And I look for you on the road
and I look for you in the haze
and I look for you in time
and I search for you in space
Will magic mend our open wounds
we wreaked havoc on each others' hearts, how tragic
how tragic, I'm destined to love you
I manage to survive in the absence of you
And I look for you on the road
and I look for you in the haze
and I look for you in time
and I search for you in space
How tragic, how tragic
how tragic, it's all static
it's all traffic, it's all tragic
tragic'
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