Last night I stayed with my girlfriend at her parents' house, and I dreamt that I was having sex with someone, and I could push a button and my sexual partner changed through different people, and I flicked through until it was a fat old granny, and I was pumping away then I woke up and realised I'd ejaculated in my girlfriend's parents' guest bed.
*You know me so well, I'm going through hell
Won't you please, follow me?*
When I heard these lyrics without looking at the text, I heard it as "I'm going TO hell" and thought they were pretty poignant lines. I don't like the real ones quite as well.
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I have experienced the same symptom, when I first looked up the lyrics for Pink Floyd's ``One of These Days''. It got so bad for me that I intentionally started listening to music in languages I couldn't understand. That way I can listen to singers with nice voices and imagine the words are better than they probably are.
The downside is that the names of artists and albums all run together after a while, so I can't remember what I actually liked and re-listen to it.