Ben Lee. Breathing Tornados. The Finger And The Moon. Zeneszám

I walk the streets with some friends of mine
Just like every time
Sit here letting time line my face
Fill this empty space

I was tired
I was unsatisfied
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong

I asked you if I could come inside
When I need to hide
Wait for your love to swallow me
Please don?t try to follow me

I was tired
I was uninspired
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong

I walk the streets with some friends of mine
Just like every time
Sit here letting time line my face
Fill this empty space

I was tired
I was unsatisfied
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong

No time like the present this
Emptiness kiss and a physical sickness
I?m falling in fear again
I know I?ll never be here again

No time like the present this
Emptiness kiss and a physical sickness
I?m falling in fear again
I know I?ll never be here again

I know I?ll never be here again
I know I?ll never be here again
I know I?ll never be here again
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