Domino
Blinding me it seems you cannot help out with the situation
It always has to be somebody's fault but never yours
Taking what I said and making things up that did not exist before
Every time we say hello, it's like meeting a total stranger
And when we're on our own you know there's not much left to say
Just wait for everyone to nod their head then you nod yours
What difference will that make?
Falling backwards like a domino to a place where you cannot hide
You keep asking yourself is this real or really just a lie?
Don't you love yourself enough to kick them when they're in a corner?
I really have to go, when I get back will you be gone?
Keeping your shape hidden with your triangle intact
I turn around but I can see behind my back
Falling backwards like a domino to a place where you cannot hide
You keep asking yourself is this real or really just a lie?
Lie to yourself with one hand on the switch
One to open doors that lock from outside
I'm not here to beg
You'll have to learn to swallow your pride, why?
To a place where you cannot hide
You keep asking yourself is this real or really just a lie?
You keep asking yourself is this real or really just a lie?
It always has to be somebody's fault but never yours
Taking what I said and making things up that did not exist before
Every time we say hello, it's like meeting a total stranger
And when we're on our own you know there's not much left to say
Just wait for everyone to nod their head then you nod yours
What difference will that make?
Falling backwards like a domino to a place where you cannot hide
You keep asking yourself is this real or really just a lie?
Don't you love yourself enough to kick them when they're in a corner?
I really have to go, when I get back will you be gone?
Keeping your shape hidden with your triangle intact
I turn around but I can see behind my back
Falling backwards like a domino to a place where you cannot hide
You keep asking yourself is this real or really just a lie?
Lie to yourself with one hand on the switch
One to open doors that lock from outside
I'm not here to beg
You'll have to learn to swallow your pride, why?
To a place where you cannot hide
You keep asking yourself is this real or really just a lie?
You keep asking yourself is this real or really just a lie?
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Writer(s): Jacques Plante, Louis Ferrari
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