Love is a dying trade,
But I'm putting it back in business,
Ego has got a hold around here.
Everybody wants an easy catch,
Yet I'm searching for the opposite,
I need someone to attach to.
Woah, well you're alright,
but you're irrelevant to him,
Woah, well you're alright,
but you're irrelevant to him.
You can be my pancea,
I could be your sympathiser.
You can help us find a way out of here,
Cause I'm getting tired of the way,
That it's extra-terrestrial,
To like someone for the fact that they're,
The slightest bit intellectual,
Yeah, it's cringy, and-
Woah, well you're alright,
but you're irrelevant to him.
Woah, well you're alright,
but you're irrelevant to him.
Well you're alright,
but you're irrelevant to him.
Well you're alright,
but you're irrelevant to him.
Woah, well you're alright,
but you're irrelevant to him.
Woah, well you're alright,
but you're irrelevant to him.

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