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Mystery Jets

Freedom is an illusion generated by your brain To deadly cut the words to ever explain And love is the taste you get on the tip of your tongue Better

Looking back now I regret You're a promise that I never kept Waiting in my room in vain Time winds back and back again Outside the school gates We first

You were the apple of my eye [Incomprehensible] Did you take me on for fun Or did you take me for a ride? Maybe we were a little young Too young to know

It's a trick of the eye to live or to die A riddle without a clue I spend my days in a dreamy haze Thinking of what to do When the sun comes down, night

There is blood on your hands And I can't bear to see how it hangs Like a millstone round you're neck Slowly driving you down What is worth fighting for

I have a plane One of the few with roundels on its wings Lullaby for me and for you When it flies high, it sings Rock me to sleep with Que Sera Dear mum

Somethings are too painful to say out loud Well, they live behind a veil and see through a shroud Words fly through his mouth, like paper butterflies

So here we are in the dark Don't the day feel like a world apart? I start to come undone When I'm living on the other side of the sun But sometimes I

Oh well Well I suppose that you could say You can't help Help but to learn from your mistakes Oh well When you put it to me that way You can't tell You