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Letras:Frenzal Rhomb. Shut Your Mouth. Nothing's Wrong.

I don't feel comfortable in the emperor's new clothes
I talked of ecstasy, you said 'I'll have one of those
I wouldn't listen, no I wouldn't change my mind
I'll be alright, you'll be fine

Something wrong, there's something wrong
There's something, don't you see
There's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong
There's nothing wrong with me

I talked of politics you were easily led
Even if I know nothing about any government
You wouldn't listen and I wouldn't change my mind
You'll be alright, I'll be fine

Something wrong, there's something wrong
There's something, don't you see
There's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong
There's nothing wrong with me

Something wrong, there's something wrong
Something, don't you see
There's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong
Nothing wrong with me
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong

You never noticed when all around has turned to shit
It doesn't bother you a bit

Something wrong, there's something wrong
There's something, don't you see
There's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong
There's nothing wrong with me

Something wrong, there's something wrong
Something, don't you see
There's nothing wrong, theres' nothing wrong
Nothing wrong with me