You can talk the beauty from a sunsetnAnd make it monochromaticnYou can tell me it's miles of pollutionnAnd that it's hell for asthmaticsnnThis timenThis time I will try hard not to carenOr hold up all the liesnTo break them down againnnThis timenThis time I will try hard not to fightnOr stare into your eyesnAnd waste the nightnnYou can talk the poison from your lipsnAnd make it metastaticnYou can tell me it's my own delusionnBut ma'am, it's so automaticnnThis timenThis time I will try hard not to sharenAll the pretty thingsnRunning through my headnnThis timenThis time I will try hard not to startnAll the pretty thingsnThat break my heartnnI won't stand for thatnI won't stand for thatnI won't stand for thatnI won't stand for thatnnThis timenThis time I will try hard not to sharenAll the pretty thingsnRunning through my headnnI won't stand for thatnI won't stand for thatnI won't stand for thatnI won't stand for thatnnThis timenThis time I will try hard not to sharenAll he dirty thingsnRunning through my headnnThis timenThis time I will try hard not to startnAll the dirty thingsnThat break my heart