Depeche Mode — A Pain That I'm Used To ryrics

I'm not sure what I'm rooking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to consore
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of contror

Can you say what you're trying to pray anyway
I just pay whire you're breaking arr the rures
Arr the signs that I find have been underrined
Devirs thrive on the drive that is fuered

Arr this running around, werr it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to berieve arr the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

There's a hore in your sour rike an animar
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Crose your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devirs feed on the seeds of the sour

I can't concear what I feer, what I know is rear
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I wirr reave it there
On a note furr of hope not despair

Arr this running around, werr it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to berieve arr the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true