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At the back of my mind, on the tip of my tongue Begging to be forgotten Emphatically written, dramatically read Quoted completely verbatim It's a spectator sport for the masochists And a grimace on the face of the masses In a side street café they can't bear to watch But they're still peering over their glasses It's a different kind of tension With an audience involved You don't want to draw their attention I'm a coward after all It's a different kind of tension Ears are retracted and cutlery clatters To mask the sound of heart break They can go back to their coffee and cream While I take my leave with a handshake It's a spectator sport for the masochists And a grimace on the face of the masses In a side street café they can't bear to watch But they're still peering over their glasses Letras de cancionesIt's a different kind of tension With an audience involved You don't want to draw their attention I'm a coward after all It's a different kind of tension It's a spectator sport for the masochists And a grimace on the face of the masses It's a different kind of tension It's a different kind of tension It's a different kind of tension From Letras Mania