Go on, restore your mind,
Iâ€™m wrong, is that really fine?
I can read your thoughts aloud - I hate when you read mine,
I always try to go without, but I break every time.
Overgrown, the cave and the river wide,
I donâ€™t know, the face that you have inside
I was only talking, but youâ€™d find,
The line that I was walking, lost in the night.
In the centre I,
In the cold and I,
Oh the taste is on your tongue,
While I try to fill an empty lung,
Oh when youâ€™re wasted you can never let go,
I guess Iâ€™ll never know, where you are when youâ€™re alone.
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