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Feels like my head is going up in flames, up in flames
With no one here to cool my brain, cool my brain
But I'm not too loud, I just plan holidays, alcohol
Don't overthink it, it's not complicated No you should know
But i'm a little bit crazy, crazy I'm a kind of crazy that you made me, made me
I'm sick of love and you can't get enough of it, of it
And I know I'm cold but I just can't seem to control it, control it
I'm sick of love and you can't get enough of it, of it
And I know I'm cold but I just can't seem to control it, control it
Sick of love x7
Feels like my head is going up in flames, up in flames With no one here to cool my brain, cool my brain
You see, it gives you room to breath when you're all alone
A kind of place where you're surrounded by no one to know
But i'm a little bit crazy, crazy I'm a kind of crazy that you made me, made me
I'm sick of love and you can't get enough of it, of it
And I know I'm cold but I just can't seem to control it, control it
I'm sick of love and you can't get enough of it, of it
And I know I'm cold but I just can't seem to control it, control it
I'm sick of love (x7)
