Exiled and pushed away, lost in time, always I'll be
This
Your face on the cover of a magazine
Cranked up rolling
I cannot forget those days
Heavy like my feet were stuck
Exiled and pushed away,
Lost in time, always I'll be
This
I believe
When the time comes I'll get my
Way
I can say
I curse this day while you take over my time
Not
Let's see how it feels (let's see how it feels)
So
It's all overrated
We're all dazed and jaded
We never give a
I'm buildin' up a wallI'm covering my eyesI try not
Black clouds over me, I’m paranoidI can’t shake the ground
Your face on the cover of a magazinecranked uprolling out
I met you on a stormy weekendYou never meant to
Once it starts It’s coming downBut I don’t want to
I've looked at youI've looked at you for too longIt's
It could be here, it could be now'Cause every time
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