Blinded lens of time, these feelings that arent mine,
her wiseness strikes me cold, everybody must be told,
her shouting makes me ache, when your watching i cant take it,
your story makes no sense, week by week theres no suspense.
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so whats up with being taken in first? the colour seems to flap around and soak me with its bursts,
comfortably drenched beyond repair, happy now that my feelings dead and its dampened all my flare.
Being pushed around with my legs deep in the ocean, its cos im using every minute i spend,
fire back but dont decend in emotion, the truths beneath me so i aim to pretend,
i stop and im wondering why, oh why, somehow without even knowing ive touched the sky,
as they come down, their singing my beliefs everything i feel is right beneath my feet.
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Yeh im drenched beyond repair, alright,
im drenched beyond repair.