Testo Make Something Up

It's not fair
When a car becomes a hearse
We never rehearsed for that
We don't care
As long as we're not going first
We never rehearsed for that
When we obsess
Lying in our bed About things we should've said
What's the word for that?
When one caress says everything
What's the word for that?

Why don't we make something up?
Why don't we make something up?
Why don't we make something up?
Ooo-ooh

It's not fair
For when the sick becomes the nurse
We never rehearsed for that
And there's no man
That could love you the way I can [?]
And when I'm stood up on that bridge
And the voices compel me
Even though I don't want to die
What's the word for that?

Why don't we make something up?
Why don't we make something up?
Why don't we make something up?
Ooo-ooh
Why don't we make something up?
Why don't we make something up?
Why don't we make something up?
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