Every time i think of you I get a shock right through into a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem i find living the life that i can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me.. the wisdom of a fool won't set you free but that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows, and every day my confusion grows. Every time i see you falling I get down on my knees and pray.. i'm waiting for that final moment you'll say the words that i can't say ;

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