(a)ugust and everything after
Fantasticboom
[Verse 1: Fantasticboom]
It's the empiricist in me
I'm pretty sure the world's not a thing, darling
A slave to what has mastered me
My surrender's perfidy I hope, I think
[Chorus: Fantasticboom]
But I cannot be this
I cannot be this
[Verse 2: Fantasticboom]
If you're admired, I'm a dream
If you're august, I'm what is after
But if each of us will come to rest
Then you're nobody to impress, are you?
Are you?
[Chorus: Fantasticboom]
But I cannot be
I cannot be
[Interlude]
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[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
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