Every time I think of you, I get a shot right throught into a blot of blue.
Its no problem of mine but its a problem I find, living a life that I cant leave behind.
Theres no sense in telling me, the wisdom of a fool wont sent you free,
but thats the way that it goes and its what nobody knows, and every day my confusion grows.
Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray.
Im waiting for that final moment you say the words that I cant say
I fell fine and I fell good, I fell like I never should,
Whenever I get this way, I just dont know what to say, why cant we be ourselves like we were yesterday.
Im not sure what this could mean, I dont think you are what you seem.
I do admit myself that if I hurt someone else, then Id never see just what we´re menat to be
Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray.
Im waiting for that final moment you say the words that I cant say
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