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Wishing I could grab a voyeur skilled
She could tell me everything that really happened or what will
Til then I assume you all carry thoughts of ill will towards me
Used to have avoid the paranoia field

He tells her silence is golden
She hears the silence eroding the stone that holds him
Like potent potions they're roller-coasting
She's feeling like the last one left
She's nowhere floating but she's over moaning
This series of events you know was showing a finale
No promotions or trailers just overdosing on emotions and failure
Cos no one's noticing her hopes and her prayers
And she don't know how it goes from open to closed in a day or so
And just the other day you uploaded photos on social networks
Love was the currency you showed your net worth
Now you just want to be alone your head hurts
That suits him cos he don't wanna speak he goes to bed first, amusing
To boot him or not to boot him it was not confusing
Tried to design the perfect tube but this was not the blueprint
She lost to two things desire and pain
She produced the smile and refrained
But we know she's lying again it's insane

Guess that's how the story goes
The more she breathes, the more she blows weed
The more he cheats the more she knows
The reaper's reaching for his soul
So we lead before we go play some decent audio

Wishing I could grab a voyeur skilled
She could tell me everything that really happened or what will
Til then I assume you all carry thoughts of ill will towards me
Used to have avoid the paranoia field

On that same night he's chilling by the decks
No ring around his ring finger thinking about his ex
Played ring around the rosies
Bringing round the trophies
Now he's sitting down depressed
Thinking bout his life and how he's living out the next few years
Few cheers sips a drink and downs the rest
He'd risk a pound of flesh to see her again
Meet as a friend he needs to amend his previous demeanours
And speak with her
Saw her that night, couldn't believe his luck
Even drunk he finds the words to tell her he's in love
And she's the one, but she's at home
And he's late so he should run
Before he went apologised for things that he had done
Insisted he was done they didn't even hug
He took his leave, nearing his home he couldn't breathe
He gets home she gives him the eyes like look at me
He avoids movement, her voice soothing as he's put to sleep

But guess that's how the story goes
The more she breathes, the more she blows weed
The more he cheats the more she knows
The reaper's reaching for his soul
So we lead before we go
Play some decent audio

Wishing I could grab a voyeur skilled
She could tell me everything that really happened or what will
Til then I assume you all carry thoughts of ill will towards me
Used to have avoid the paranoia field
Wishing I could grab a voyeur skilled
She could tell me everything that really happened or what will
Til then I assume you all carry thoughts of ill will towards me
Used to have avoid the paranoia field