SomethingÂ's going wrong
For so long, wrong direction
You caught me so
IÂ'd like to stay
But IÂ'm feeling very sorry for you
Life
Go on tour
So did I for so long
Saw the poor
So
Sometimes I cry for you
Sometimes I die for you
Sometimes my
Goes to mine
Sweetest time
Lift up high
Till airÂ's too dry
DonÂ't be
No wonder you feel so alone
In this house in this
Life becomes so flat, oh no
Comes and goes an goes
Killing the night
Is thrilling me right
Holding that kind
Of childhood
And although youÂ're pushing me aside
Yes I saw the criminal
Inside I know that you are mine
Deep inside I know
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