maybe tomorrow i shall break my sollitude, if anyone would like to help me, maybe. ____________________________________ 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 lose and you watch this space and i'm going all the way... 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 Muse, "The Small Print"