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White dreads get my blood pumping These tummy tablets got me breaking in two Big drops make me feel like jumping Into the laps of the privileged few It's become a habit, a predilection Inventing endless tides of fiction No I feel so low I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations Low Haunted by a child brittle as paper And now my future is just a vapour Writ in such cruel detail I guess I shouldn't let my train derail It's become a habit, a predilection No I feel so low I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations Low So, so low I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations Low Letras de cancionesSo, so low I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations Low All this suffering is all a part of being A part of being Making sense at all seems so Sisyphean And I pray that my dying is freeing All this linen makes me feel so European It's become a habit, a predilection Inventing endless tides of fiction No I feel so low I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations Low So, so low I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations Low Ooh, low I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations Low So, so low I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations Low So low From Letras Mania