Oohh you rubbed me up the wrong way
Oohh it was something that you didn´t say
Gotta get it back gotta get it back gotta get it back
Or we might just regret it
We seem to have a knack for miscommunication
It stabbed us in the back this time
Is this the end of the line
´cause that´d be a crime
Now I sit under an angry cloud
What got hold of me
There´s a voice that sounds too loud
It bangs on endlessly
Wanna live in another world with no frustrations
And miscommunication
Oohh why´d we have to try hard
Oohh you got under my radar
Wanna be detached wanna be detached wanna be detached
So I can just forget it
We seem to have a knack for miscommunication
It stabbed us in the back this time
Is this the end of the line
´cause that´d be a crime
Now I sit under an angry cloud
What got hold of me
There´s a voice that sounds too loud
It bangs on endlessly
Wanna live in another world with no frustrations
And miscommunication
(When we are) Transatlantic
(he knows it) drives me frantic
(so I ask myself) what´s the future
(why getta) new computer
Oohh it was something that you didn´t say?
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