The Small Print Lyrics – Muse

Take, take all you need
And I’ll compensate your greed
With broken hearts
Sell I’ll sell your memories

For fifteen pounds per year
But just the good days
Say, It’ll make you insane
And it’s bending the truth

You’re to blame
For all the life that you’ll lose and
You watch this space
And I’m going all the way

And be my slave to the grave
I’m a priest god never paid
Hope, I hope you’ve seen the light
‘Cause no one really cares

They’re just pretending
Sell, I’ll sell your memories, for fifteen pounds per year
But you can keep the bad days
Say, it’ll make you insane

And I’m bending the truth
You’re to blame
For all the life that you’ll lose
And you watch this space

And I’m going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
I’m the priest god never paid
Say, it’ll make you insane

And I’m bending the truth
You’re to blame
For all the life that you’ll lose
And you watch this space

And I’m going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
I’m the priest god never paid
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Muse Lyrics – The Small Print

Muse

The Small Print