Paroles It's Getting Worse de Laura Imbruglia

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This is a hideous city, the trains are late and everyone's nasty.
Cast me into your life story, you're the only one I wanna see.
I'm falling for your charms and you wear them in disguise;
You hide magnets in your arms and whirlpools in your eyes.
The sky is grey all day then I see you and it turns blue!
No one else can see that, but I do.

I wouldn't tell my family, and all my friends they don't agree
With the effect you have on me- I'm like a puppy dog on its knees.
Is that even possible? Are there knees on dog's legs?
I digress.
The point is- You turn me into a pathetic mess. Mess.

We were prescribed rose-coloured glasses and kept falling on our arses,
My eyes were fine, turned out I'd been misdiagnosed.
The glasses made me blind, now I can only trust my nose.
But I've noticed every time I talk it grows.
And I hate feeling like I'm Pinocchio.
I get so upset I start singing The Rose!
It goes…..

Some say love, it is a flower and you its only seed
Baby, what does that make me?

Today you remind me I'm wasting my time!
If you're not mine and never will be, I guess I'll have to set you free.
'Cause hurting me is not serving any purpose.
Please get out if you know it's getting worse, worse, worse.
Oh, get out if it's only getting worse.
It's getting worse.
It's getting worse.
It's getting worse.

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