Rio - MIKA

Oh, here I go again

I wake up every morning to this Groundhog Day

Thinking about the list of things that I’ve done wrong

Can’t even count, it goes on too long

I try to change my ways

I feel like I’m the villain in some crappy play

The book has long been written, but I’d rather be

Just about anyone else but me, I hope you see

It doesn’t mean I’m not a fighter

It’s just that I wanna be a little lighter

Spent so long fixing things I’ve done

I’ve got holes in all my pockets

Even those holes, they’ve got pockets

Hiding things that’ll never see the sun

I’m taking off, going to Rio

I’m getting lost to find an alter-ego

It could be Paris or Berlin, I don’t care what state I’m in

Gonna leave it all behind

Maybe I’ll be myself when I’m somebody else

This is not an invitation, I’m going to Rio

This is not a conversation, say goodbye to me-oh

Maybe in ten years time

You’ll receive a letter from some random guy

You’ll like him so much better

But then you will see, he’s not a stranger it’s only me

I can only be myself as somebody else

Cause you got sun, I got bad weather

Anything you can lose I can lose better

Do my best with what life gave to me

I’ve got holes in all my pockets

Even those holes, they’ve got pockets

Hiding things that I sure want to leave

I’m taking off, going to Rio

I’m getting lost to find an alter-ego

It could be Paris or Berlin, I don’t care what state I’m in

Gonna leave it all behind

Maybe I’ll be myself when I’m somebody else

This is not an invitation, I’m going to Rio

This is not a conversation, say goodbye to me-oh

Give me a peanut and I’ll turn blue

I can’t even eat the things you do

Bake you a cake and I burn it up twice

I roll thirteen on a pair of dice

Give me a peanut and I’ll turn blue

I can’t even eat the things you do

Bake you a cake and I burn it up twice

I roll thirteen on a pair of dice

I’m taking off, going to Rio

I’m getting lost to find an alter-ego

It could be Paris or Berlin, I don’t care what state I’m in

Gonna leave it all behind

Maybe I’ll be myself when I’m somebody else

This is not an invitation, I’m going to Rio

This is not a conversation, say goodbye to me-oh

This is not an invitation, I’m going to Rio

This is not a conversation, say goodbye to me-oh