Text: Goldfrapp. Seventh Tree. Some People.

Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people well, ask how old I am

Some people live in a life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades, when the glitter's gone

You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad, it's already crazy

Low and lonely when the shade is down
The brighter lights will smell their empty heads

Some people don't get much
Some people feel they're in touch
With spirit worlds, talking to you now

Some people just gotta say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick when it's all messed up

You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad, it's already crazy

You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad, it's already crazy

What you thought you lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin

You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad, it's already crazy

You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad, it's already crazy

And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
And all the poems written in your skin