Lord knows there's nothing left sacred
You've written down our life and our times
In a poxy pop song
You said it's in the public interest
To know your deepest disappointment is me
You set it out quite clearly

That song
Brings me back to a time
I'd rather not remember
That song
Reminds me what a creep you were
Now I don't want to hear
That song
That song
That song
That song

Now every one's singing about my heart break
And just to rub it in you sold it all to the tabloids
Leaving me no choice
Funny how revenge can really eat you
And still spawn the sweetest melody
Sticky

That song
Puts me in a place
Where I still taste the bitterness
That song
Reminds me what a fool I've been
Now I don't want to sing
That song
That song
That song
That song

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