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I hate all my clothes; they're all falling apart Does the colour of my shirt match the collar of my heart? When was the last time you checked your machine? And I'm wondering will you ever get the message? Our stars say that we were never meant to be Maybe we shouldn't rely on magazine theory Try as you may, try as I might We squint our eyes under the red disco light I'm gonna buy some new clothes My room I'll rearrange But I'd have to be blind to see things haven't changed Like the boy and his bags by the side of the road All the time in the world but nowhere to go From Letras Mania