My Blue Monday

How does it feel to treat me like you do?

When you've laid your hands upon me and told me who you are.

I thought I was mistaken, I thought I heard your words.

Tell me how do I feel. Tell me now, how do I feel.

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I thought I told you to leave me when I walked down to the beach.

Tell me how does it feel, when your heart grows cold, grows cold, cold.

( é cortante e friamente viciante, para quem não reconheceu...New Order claro. )