Bomb
It is too nice to paint your eyes
I took a tear, I don't even want
We don't like, we don't like
the things they sayIt takes true life, to you paint your eyes
you don't dare with your imagination
we don't like, we got some
we find you've failedyou don't wait around
you don't realise there's something else
you'd better lock yourself
that I don't think it is all been really there
it's said sothe rumour's dead
but I don't say itthat is the world you paint beside
and in a 9 to 5 around town
he's obsessed to make it
you'll understandhere's back to love, you made it out
I've never really, never really bored
he's obsessed to make it
you'll find yourselfyeahyou don't believe it
don't listen to everything you know
you're mine in, in your sacred letter
you're my baby
your voice is so important to me
you've lied it, she's my babe to set a feelingit's all on my back, you may see that
I'm not your man and your soul thing
you don't search the findings
the world's at stakeyou might to love but might not to have
but there's a thing she made me every morning
I don't lie, cause I say
you're my best friendyou may like everything
and that's a fantastic story
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