blur - coping

Primal evil what am I?
Tongue-tied til the day I die
There's no love made with mermaids
It's just distraction or so they say

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see it in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?

It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There's no self-control left in me
What was not will never will be

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
(Or am I just coping?)

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face?
The emphasis's of coping
Can't you see this in my face, my face?

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
(Could I be dreaming?
Or am I just coping?)

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