Your Sympathy by Mika
Your Sympathy lyrics
Running out of breath, Chasing down the big parade, Aha.
Rising up my hand, Thought I�d beg the marching band to play, for me.
All of these illusions, they really mean the world to me.
Me!
Don�t make me out to be this helpless child of misery, maybe love is what I need, but not your sympathy.
In and out of space, I�m always somewhere in between, Aha.
I try to make commands but instead I make a mess of things, for me.
I try to paint by numbers, but nothing�s black and white, for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Don�t make me out to be this helpless child of misery, maybe love is what I need, but not your sympathy.
And nothing and no one can make your lies the truth.
And no one can stand inside your shoes, but you.
Don�t make me out to be this helpless child of misery, maybe love is what I need, but not your sympathy.
But not your sympathy.
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