There comes a time when you swim or sink So I jumped in the drink Cuz I couldn't make myself clear
Maybe I wrote in invisible ink Oh I've tried to think How I could have made it appear
But another illlustration is wasted Cuz the results are the same I feel like a ghost who's trying to move your hands over some ouija board in the hopes I can spell out my name
What some take for magic at first glance Is just sleight of hand depending on what you believe Something gets lost when you translate It's hard to keep straight Perspective is everything
And I know now which is which and what angle I oughta look at it from I suppose I should be happy to be misread- Better be that than some of the other things I have become
But nobody wants to hear this tale The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale And baby we've all heard it all before Oh i could get specific but Nobody needs a catalog With details of love I can't sell anymore
And aside from that, this chain of reaction, baby, is losing a link Though I'd hope you'd know what I tried to tell you And if you don't I could draw you a picture in invisible ink
But nobody wants to hear this tale The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale And baby we've all heard it all before Oh i could get specific but Nobody needs a catalog With details of love I can't sell anymore
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Maybe I wrote in invisible ink Oh I've tried to think How I could have made it appear
But another illlustration is wasted Cuz the results are the same I feel like a ghost who's trying to move your hands over some ouija board in the hopes I can spell out my name
What some take for magic at first glance Is just sleight of hand depending on what you believe Something gets lost when you translate It's hard to keep straight Perspective is everything
And I know now which is which and what angle I oughta look at it from I suppose I should be happy to be misread- Better be that than some of the other things I have become
But nobody wants to hear this tale The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale And baby we've all heard it all before Oh i could get specific but Nobody needs a catalog With details of love I can't sell anymore
And aside from that, this chain of reaction, baby, is losing a link Though I'd hope you'd know what I tried to tell you And if you don't I could draw you a picture in invisible ink
But nobody wants to hear this tale The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale And baby we've all heard it all before Oh i could get specific but Nobody needs a catalog With details of love I can't sell anymore
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