every time i think of you
i get a shot right trought in to a bolt of pooh
it`s a problem with me
but it`s a problem i find
leaving a live wich i cant live behind
there`s no sence in telling me
the wisdom of a fool ain`t set you free
but that the way that it goes
and it`s what nobody knows
and everyday my confusion grows
REFF:
every time i see you falling
i get down on my knees and pray
i`m waiting for that final moment
you say the words that i cant say
after final i feel good
i feel like never should
what ever i get this way
i just dont know what to say
why cant we be our self like were yesterday
i`m not sure why this could mean
i dont think you`re what you seen
i do admit to my self
that if i heard some one else say...
i`ll never see just what way it mean to be
More bizzare love triengle
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