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You asked me to write a tune, all about the things that goes wrong.
And then you asked me to come home soon, to the place where I belong.
But you stand on the other side of the line in this place.
And you can't see me,no you are blind.
And this you can fake.
No, this you can really fake.
And sometimes, sometimes I wanna be.
I scream that I wanna be anyone but me.
And I don't know if I can write about chosen walls and the things you feel.
And I don't know if I can sing aloud.
Closing doors showing you what's real.
But I know when I close my eyes, late at night, there's only one thing.
The night is shown that he can lie.
Its your fight, show me something.
Can you fucking show me something?
And then you asked me to come home soon, to the place where I belong.
And you can't see me,no you are blind.
And this you can fake.
No, this you can really fake.
I scream that I wanna be anyone but me.
And I don't know if I can sing aloud.
Closing doors showing you what's real.
The night is shown that he can lie.
Its your fight, show me something.
Can you fucking show me something?
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