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Lletres: Lostprophets. Directions.

So pick me up off the floor
You will not see the town like me
I wont ask you again if this is real
'Cause I'm walking out that door
I'll leave

Always behind the war I know
'Cause decisions have never been my strong point
But I don't know what I want, still the road is dark
In all this time I've had, I've seen the face behind those eyes

Is it starting again, in every town it's the same
(All these stories)
Runs like a clock and around we go
Like some twisted carnival ringmaster pointing at me
Telling me that I'll never make it

But how the hell would he know
When he dresses like a tramp and looks like shit
When all's been said and done, I'll still be here having no fun
In all this time I've had, I've seen the face behind those eyes

Oh tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

So who's idea was this?
You know I don't like really like the dark that much
It's insane, the more, take the blame
Admit defeat and swallow your pride, take a ride to the dark side
I don't know what you say and I don't mean to sound blast?

In all this time I've had, I've seen the face behind those
In all this time I've had, I've seen the face behind those eyes