everytime i think of you
i get a short right through into a bolt of blue
it's no problem of mind
n it's a problem i find
leaving the life that i can't leave behind
there's no sense in telling me
the wasdom of a fool won't set you free
but that's the way that it goes
n it's what nobody knows
n every day my confusion grows
everytime i see you falling i get down on my knees and pray
i'm waiting the final moment
you say the word that i can't say
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