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[Kim]

There's not a dreamer or a schemer
running away from me
There's not a singer, an entertainer
with no follow-through
There's not a poet or a mystic
with a cigarette unglued
He's just neutral, yeah, he's weary
Not even brand new

It's a perfect sin
Close your eyes and lose the rest
It's a perfect sin
Close your mind and feel the best

Everyone has a headache,
imprecise, hard to cure
Gotta shake it, what ails you
The lines are blurred
Is it a pain in your heart?
Dark and grey from the start
You won't seduce me or attract me,
just 'cause you're strained

It's a perfect sin
Close your eyes and lose the rest
It's a perfect sin
Close your mind and feel the best

Why would you tell me what's inside your head?
Why would you show me your sacred bed
Secret head

There's not a dreamer or a schemer
running away from you
There's not a singer, an entertainer
with no follow-through
There's not a poet or a mystic
with a cigarette unglued
There's not a cowboy or a loner
with nothing to do
He's neutral, yeah, he's weary,
not even brand new
He's neutral, yeah, he's weary,
and he's so in love with you
[Kim]      There's not a dreamer or a schemer   running away from me   There's not a singer, an entertainer   with no follow-through   There's not a poet or a mystic   with a cigarette unglued   He's just neutral, yeah, he's weary   Not even brand new      It's a perfect sin   Close your eyes and lose the rest   It's a perfect sin   Close your mind and feel the best      Everyone has a headache,   imprecise, hard to cure   Gotta shake it, what ails you   The lines are blurred   Is it a pain in your heart?   Dark and grey from the start   You won't seduce me or attract me,   just 'cause you're strained      It's a perfect sin   Close your eyes and lose the rest   It's a perfect sin   Close your mind and feel the best      Why would you tell me what's inside your head?   Why would you show me your sacred bed   Secret head      There's not a dreamer or a schemer   running away from you   There's not a singer, an entertainer   with no follow-through   There's not a poet or a mystic   with a cigarette unglued   There's not a cowboy or a loner   with nothing to do   He's neutral, yeah, he's weary,   not even brand new   He's neutral, yeah, he's weary,   and he's so in love with you
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