I had a problem
It couldn’t be fixed
We had to sort
Build me up and tear me down
Do whatever the hell
Wings of blindness fly me home
Temptation lad to love with
When I look in the mirror
I wonder where my smile
I think we should stop this charade
This is just a
There’s a girl on my bus
She’s the girl that I
I look into
Your deep dark eyes
I see my future
My future
Going for a road trip in Idaho
My friends had money
Lonely stranger, you’ve been running for ages
But from what, no
Open your eyes
What do you see?
Is there a world here?
Or
I’ve got an inner turmoil
I got it from my mother’s
I was raised in a smalltown
just a little German boy
No-one told me this was the deal
I didn’t think that
They never sought him out to let him know
Withering, he
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