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She writes down her lines There aren't many words about me. Could be thinking these days of A different space, as she said.
Pages, pages on the floor. Writing lyrics close to her.
She writes down her lines
There aren't many words about me. Could be thinking these days of A different space, as she said.
Pages, pages on the floor. Writing lyrics close to her.
Like a secret in her past Normal feelings coming back
She didn't need too many things Something to hold. something to write And i dont need an explanation When it began was easy to stay If i look back, there's nothing unfair And i don't need an explanation at all
And now the painted sun Is not our common background
And now the stars on the wall They aren't shining for me anymore
Pages pages on the floor Writing lyrics close to her.
Like a secret in her past Normal feelings coming back She didn't need too many things
Something to hold. something to write And i dont need an explanation When it began was easy to stay If i look back there's nothing unfair And i don't need an explanation I can't think with clarity Figures looking blurred to me I am starting to be sick of trying .
Her diary has other friends Her diary has other songs Her diary is not the same as mine
She didn't need too many things Something to hold. something to write And i dont need an explanation When it began was easy to stay If i look back there's nothing unfair
And i don't need an explanation I can't think with clarity Figures looking blurred to me I am starting to be sick of trying