Original lyrics

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You asked if I was feeling it, I'm psycho high No, you won't remember in the morning When I speak my mind Lights are on and they've gone home, but who am I? Oh, how fast the evening passes Cleaning up the champagne glasses We told you this was melodrama (Oh, how fast the evening passes Cleaning up the champagne glasses) Our only wish is melodrama (Oh, how fast the evening passes Cleaning up the champagne glasses) And the terror and the horror When we wonder why we bother, whoa, whoa And the terror and the horror God, I wonder why we bother, whoa, whoa All the glamour and the trauma And the fuckin' melodrama, whoa, whoa All the gunfights and the lime lights And the holy sick divine nights, whoa (Holy sick divine nights, whoa) They'll talk about us, all the lovers How we kiss and kill each other, whoa They'll talk about us, and discover How we kissed and killed each other, whoa (And we'll tell them) We told you this was melodrama You wanted something that we offer We told you this was melodrama You wanted something that we offer We told you this was melodrama You wanted something that we offer We told you this was melodrama You wanted something that we offer We told you this was melodrama We told you this was melodrama We told you this was melodrama We told you this was melodrama We told you this was melodrama