Change your look and you would see, What falls on you falls on me, In all the places that we know, For the reasons that we grow, And all the gas tanks that we fill, While we try to pay the bills. They?re raging tornadoes in the still frame of my mind, In the still frame of my dreams. Well, you can say it?s all a game, The way your eyes and nuances, Lead to lies but you can really only tell the truth to me, ?Cause I can see the other side, Of every argumentative, Fucked up thing you say, and the fucked up game you play. Bring your eyes belong to me, But bring your mind so you can see, And cut through all this bullshit right now. Your tank?s on empty when you?re full of yourself Your hands are clean while someone?s bleeding, Someone?s needing your affection, But you?re always looking in the wrong direction.
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