I've got grounds for divorce.

It's in my blood this divorce.

I seperate everybody, I need distance from your body.

Oh I deserve this anguish on my house.

So get away, you cannot follow me.

I get away, you cannot follow me.

So get away, you cannot follow me.

So get away, you cannot follow me.

I get away.

I've got grounds for recourse.

Your lungs fill with discourse.

You seperate from my body, you need consistence from somebody.

Oh I deserve this angusih on my house.

So get away, you cannot follow me.

I get away, you cannot follow me.

So get away, you cannot follow me.

I get away, you cannot follow me.

So get away, you cannot follow me.

I get away, you cannot follow me.

So get away.