I woke slowly to this morning
knowing something got to give
something outa give
It seems that lately you misplaced me
with your spare time to kill
amuzing to your will
Every new time
we dare to speak
something breaks inside of me
It's not the way we meant to be
Every new time
you don't know your self at all
don't claim to know my soul
you don't know me at all
from meant to be to unfunctional unity
you and me
convincing me to stay
well, tell me, why should I ?
if staying means that I should play
the deaf the dum in your parade
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