[PreChorus] The turn of the century Thats turning out wrong No matter what words they say You can rest assured [Chorus] The stinging wind Surrounding is Pulling strings And clipping wings I knew there was no time We can dream And speak through sleep And in our minds Pick out the signs I ruined all the lines [PreChorus] [Verse 1] She comes over to me And takes a seat right across from the sea She answers questions and pulls from the deep [Verse 2] Calling out to the sun To the sun Freeze frames were intended But lacking funds If you knew youd suffer Im making it up Eyes that speak when feeling Nothings solved [Bridge] Lost my sense of direction Derailed, eject, off the starboard side Who am I to demand their lives Their fate is mine Will I survive [Hook] So sweet you called But I wont answer Forcefeed your ego compactor x2 And let go Let go If my reputation precedes me Then Im staying here comatose You get your way Ill get on mine [Outro] Shutter at the sight of the front door My heart might stop As thin as innuendo I stare through her windows Play the night away I play the night away for fear of nothing to win You asked for my opinion Im keeping my hands to myself
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