I haven't been able to find any official sources for the lyrics to this song, but this is how I hear it:
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along
Feels all right when I drink to blur the day into the night
In blustery nights and through the rain, it's all alone
That I have sang this anguish to you
And you're to blame; I'm still the same
I'm still the same
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along
Feels all right when I drink to blur the day into the night
In lovely hour and in the room, it's into bloom
That I have coaxed your flower for me
And I'm to blame; you're still the same
You're still the same
Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along
And like a star that I have chose to stand for me
And I have placed one eye on the sky
The sky's the same; the moon's to blame
The moon's to blame
Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Up man and be glad you were not born a god
I'm so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along...
I haven't been able to find any official sources for the lyrics to this song, but this is how I hear it:
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along Feels all right when I drink to blur the day into the night In blustery nights and through the rain, it's all alone That I have sang this anguish to you And you're to blame; I'm still the same I'm still the same
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along Feels all right when I drink to blur the day into the night In lovely hour and in the room, it's into bloom That I have coaxed your flower for me And I'm to blame; you're still the same You're still the same
Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man Up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along And like a star that I have chose to stand for me And I have placed one eye on the sky The sky's the same; the moon's to blame The moon's to blame
Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man Up man and be glad you were not born a god
I'm so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along Sounds so wrong, but I need to fake the will to get along...