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She keeps the world in four coloured boxes That house her dreams, past loves And how he wished to live amongst them But tongue tied he had become Like a puddle waiting for the sun Nightfall, if not required Streetlights set him on fire Is this all for real or just a feel good drug? Don't over think it, it won't do no good... Still I beat myself much worse than any rival could I know you say you don't need any help Still we ask ourselves... Self inflicted sickness Is that what this is? By the morning the tape runs slow And it will stop when she goes But in thе slur of the machine She hears what he really means Is this all for real or just a feel good drug? Don't over think it, it won't do no good... Still I beat myself much worse than any rival could I know you say you don't need any help Still we ask ourselves... Letras de cancionesSelf inflicted sickness Is that what this is? And the flowers of blue and white now turn to brown But she keeps them around Still she keeps them around The smell of february hangs in the air Follows him around everywhere Reminding him when she's not there She's the meaning in the song The lyrics that they always heard wrong The siren sing along On every evening that dragged on Is this all for real or just a feel good drug? Don't over think it, it won't do no good... Still I beat myself much worse than any rival could I know you say you don't need any help Still we ask ourselves... Self inflicted sickness Is that what this is? I guess I've grown to need it From Letras Mania