From the recording The Gilded Sound

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Lyrics

Perfect Recogniser

I am the perfect recogniser
Something snapped inside
I’m not the right one to advise her
How to survive
And now I’m well past recognition
Samaritan and strange
Volunteering for a mission
Nothing can change

Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me

We won’t need a breathalyser
I’m all right you see
I’ll just wait here for the sirens
To come and rescue me
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me

And if Waiting is my shield and Delay is my sword
I heard a weird kind of voice I’d never used before
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me
Please, please, please be good to me