Tekster: Bob Mould. Body of Song. High Fidelity.
As suspicion grows
I can't turn my back
I can't live like that anymore
So you branch it out
Trying something new
What am I to do?
I'll figure out
And who can I be
The only person living who gets [Incomprehensible]?
And who could live with me
In high fidelity?
As the times they change
I get left behind
Losing all my mind
Oh, I'll figure out
And as I tumble down
To the depths below
There's some flowers growing there
I'll dig it out
And who can I be
The only person living who gets [Incomprehensible]?
And who could live with me
In high fidelity?
In high fidelity, no
And who can I be
The only person living who gets [Incomprehensible]?
And who, who could live with me
In high fidelity?
In high fidelity, no
In high fidelity, no
In high fidelity, no
I can't turn my back
I can't live like that anymore
So you branch it out
Trying something new
What am I to do?
I'll figure out
And who can I be
The only person living who gets [Incomprehensible]?
And who could live with me
In high fidelity?
As the times they change
I get left behind
Losing all my mind
Oh, I'll figure out
And as I tumble down
To the depths below
There's some flowers growing there
I'll dig it out
And who can I be
The only person living who gets [Incomprehensible]?
And who could live with me
In high fidelity?
In high fidelity, no
And who can I be
The only person living who gets [Incomprehensible]?
And who, who could live with me
In high fidelity?
In high fidelity, no
In high fidelity, no
In high fidelity, no
Body of Song
Mould, Bob
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