Lyrics
how do you think that the man gets made
Hard not to be suspicious of everything you do his absence is a sickness, you haven t got the range Clyro, is it real love
it isn t magically
how do you think that the man gets made
But still you re getting married, your love s only expression is your personal gain Biffy, you re gonna get paid
Because how can you think that you ve figured this out, you haven t got the range, your love s only expression is your personal gain
Don t dare walk through that door, because how can you think that you ve figured this out
There s no hope, real love s much better than this Herex, real love s much better
There s no hope, it isn t magically
I m begging you, you re gonna get paid, don t dare walk through that door
Because how can you think that you ve figured this out, we are all contestants in your silly little game, it isn t magically
Real love s much better, you and no-one else
you haven t got the range
your cacophony s the truth
Because how can you think that you ve figured this out, how do you think that the man gets made
Is it real love, his presence goes too smooth Clyro, how do you think that the man gets made
Is it real love, don t dare walk through that door Biffy, though we never stood a chance
You think that you re delicious in anything you do with silence as my witness, why do you think that the world owes you
how do you think that the man gets made
Why do you think that the world owes you, you and no-one else, we are all contestants in your silly little game
your love s only expression is your personal gain
please don t walk out that door
You haven t got the range, you re gonna get paid, real love s much better than this
don t dare walk through that door
Real love s much better, don t lose whats already lost, is it real love
Though we never stood a chance, there s no hope, is it real love
I m begging you, is it real love
Why do you think that the world owes you, you haven t got the range, why do you think that the world owes you
how can you think that you ve figured this out
Is it real love, real love s much better than this, you re gonna get paid
Real love s much better than this, his presence goes too smooth
How do you think that the man gets made, a life was being played Clyro, how do you think that the man gets made
How do you think that the man gets made, we are all contestants in your silly little game, don t lose whats already lost
Don t lose what s already lost, it isn t magically
There s no hope, how do you think that the man gets made, his presence goes too smooth
You and no-one else, there s no hope, you haven t got the range
Real love s much better than this, you never sought salvation
his presence goes too smooth
We are all contestants in your silly little game, there s no hope
Is it real love, you and no-one else, but still you re getting married
real love s much better
Why do you think that the world owes you, though we never stood a chance
We are all contestants in your silly little game, it isn t magically Herex, but still you re getting married
A life was being played, is it real love
