| I, said, Why do I always have to spell it out for you? Our story is always changing. We change it to hide the pain. And when the truth rears, its ugly head, it抯 all too late. Too late for the omission, that you kept inside and wished it wasn抰 you. Does it seem like the same man? Doesn抰 seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down. You can wave goodbye to your bad side, and suppress the feelings that could hurt you mind. There is no need for lies if the news ain抰 breaking. Framework falling, down on the downside, built on a weak spot, facts hiding in your mind, wait until the bomb drops. We have more sense than lies. The story is in our eyes. Does it seem like the same man? Doesn抰 seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down on the downside, built on a weak spot, facts hiding in your mind, wait until the bomb drops. It doesn抰 seem like the same man? Doesn抰 seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down. |
| I, said, Why do I always have to spell it out for you? Our story is always changing. We change it to hide the pain. And when the truth rears, its ugly head, it zha all too late. Too late for the omission, that you kept inside and wished it wasn yang you. Does it seem like the same man? Doesn yang seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down. You can wave goodbye to your bad side, and suppress the feelings that could hurt you mind. There is no need for lies if the news ain yang breaking. Framework falling, down on the downside, built on a weak spot, facts hiding in your mind, wait until the bomb drops. We have more sense than lies. The story is in our eyes. Does it seem like the same man? Doesn yang seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down on the downside, built on a weak spot, facts hiding in your mind, wait until the bomb drops. It doesn yang seem like the same man? Doesn yang seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down. |
| I, said, Why do I always have to spell it out for you? Our story is always changing. We change it to hide the pain. And when the truth rears, its ugly head, it zhā all too late. Too late for the omission, that you kept inside and wished it wasn yāng you. Does it seem like the same man? Doesn yāng seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down. You can wave goodbye to your bad side, and suppress the feelings that could hurt you mind. There is no need for lies if the news ain yāng breaking. Framework falling, down on the downside, built on a weak spot, facts hiding in your mind, wait until the bomb drops. We have more sense than lies. The story is in our eyes. Does it seem like the same man? Doesn yāng seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down on the downside, built on a weak spot, facts hiding in your mind, wait until the bomb drops. It doesn yāng seem like the same man? Doesn yāng seem the same at all. I can feel myself fall, falling, down. |
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