Just like pills and winenThere’s just a part of thisnThat makes me sicknThat makes me sicknnAnd I saw him nWearing my t-shirt that you dressed him innSo nice… So nicennThere’s nothing that’s left that feels so goodnAnd nothing I’ve seen’s misunderstoodnSo turn on your radionI want all your friends to know its menWe’re coming in stereonWe’re coming in stereonnAnd I felt badnSo bad I had to laugh nAnd let it pass me bynAgainnNow I’ve lost my placenDrifting through alleyways and common spacenAlone…AlonennThere’s nothing that’s left that feels so goodnAnd nothing I’ve seen’s misunderstoodnSo turn on your radionI want all your friends to know its menWe’re coming in stereonWe’re coming in stereonnAnd if your ears are burningnTry to listennBecause mine catch fire with every nSecond!nnCause you’ll feel left outnWhen I’m the only one nThey talk aboutnBut you still know nSomething I have for younThe final shown‘cause I!n(There’s nothing that’s left that feels so good)n‘cause I!n(And nothing I’ve seen’s misunderstood)nSo turn on your radionI want all your friends to know its menWe’re coming in stereonWe’re coming in stereo