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I made a Sunday after you
When this place was burning down I swear this is the first time I ever lied to you And its funny and its sick How this house was falling down I swear my mind was transported to the other side And nothings what it seems anymore Nothings what it seems anymore I come running Through the worlds that you have built Its clear my fear is tormented by your lying eyes And its lovely I live out every pretense I swear my heart is broken by your words again Again, again, again And nothings what it seems anymore Nothings what it seems anymore My life ain't what it seems Living out tired dreams Where nothings what it seems anymore Again...overtake Over again... Take it out again Overtake, over again and again and again and again... And nothings what it seems anymore Nothings what it seems anymore My life ain't what it seems Living out tired dreams Where nothings what it seems anymore Yeah... |
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