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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