Tonight is cold like the end of the world
Everybody's celebrating a protector of this town
Somebody else's presence is bothering me
Why have I allowed myself that
Am I crazy or not awake
And what's with me now
Glass of champagne and the hands of a stranger
But that's not me
Chorus:
Makers of my destiny
Pair him with me so I look like something
My heart is an irreparable thing
Merchandise with a mistake, merchandise with a mistake
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Makers of my destiny
Brake the fine porcelain plate
Bring it back damaged
This love is like a cheap food from a bad restaurant
Beautiful like a sin but he wants it all
I hug a pillow and am moving away
Is that the light from Get that is heating me
Or the body that's assuring me
That he likes me and what is he expecting
But I'm not that one
Glass of champagne and the hands of a stranger
But that's not me
Chorus x2