Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow,
I need you when my heard is spinning round,
I look into the looking glass but none of them is me,
It takes at least an hour to pin me down,
First impressions often lie,
They always fool the naked eye.
I hold you gently on my tongue and then you drift away,
It's hard to read the writing on the label,
I force my hands out sideways but I can't resist the strain,
And it don't help me, no it don't help me,
First impressions often lie,
They always fool the naked eye.
I think I recognize a friendly face I've seen before,
(don't you despair)
It's moving far too quickly to be sure,
Tangled in a web of twisted memories and lies,
(There's no one there)
I'm fighting for a reason to go on.
Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow,
I need you when my heard is spinning round,
I multiply myself by two in the mirror on the wall,
But it don't help me, no it don't help me,
First impressions often lie,
They always fool the naked eye.
I think I've lost control, I think I've lost control,
I think I've lost control, I think I've lost control...
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