Scissor Sisters

Everytime I think I'm fine, you keep on dreamin' up
A hundred different ways to cause hysteria
Am I insane, am I blind or just can't seem to trust?
Too many regulations comin' back at ya

We're running out of money, of love, of luck
We're running out of language, of fame, of bread
We're running out...
(Running Out - Scissor Sisters)

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