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I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head |
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I'm seein' many colours but the only one that's coming through is red |
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And it's stoppin' me dead tryin' to make some tracks |
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But my feet are feeling like lead |
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Stop being bled, stop being bled |
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Oh my things aren't the same |
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Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer |
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I'd be tamed |
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We stopped playing games |
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I'm not pointing fingers but I'm not taking all the blame |
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Playin' all your games, taking all your blame |
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I said oh no, I don't even care |
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I guess I'll be seein' you |
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I guess I'll be leaving you today |
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We're just not a pair |
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I know you've been trying but I just can't bear to tell a lie' |
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Tellin' me all your lies |
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Tellin' me all your lies |
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Lies |
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Let me take you by the hand |
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Try to understand, |
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You walk me to a land, |
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Try to understand, |
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Are you nothing but a man? |
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I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head |
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I'm seein' many colours but the only one that's coming through is red |
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You know how we feel, we can't go on pretending |
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And we've just got to fix the deal |
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Gotta make it real |
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Gotta make it real |
