We suffer everyday, what is it for
These crimes of illusion, are fooling us all
And now I am weary and I feel like I do
Itīs only you, who can tell me apart
And itīs only you, who can turn my wooden heart
The size of our fight, itīs just a dream
Weīve crushed everything I can see, in this morning selfishly
How weīve failed and I feel like I do
Itīs only you, who can tell me apart
And itīs only you, who can turn my wooden heart
Now that weīve chosen to take all we can
This shade of autumn, a stale bitter end
Years of frustration lay down side by side
And itīs only you, who can tell me apart
And itīs only you, who can turn my wooden heart
Itīs only you, who can tell me apart
And itīs only you, who can turn my wooden heart
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