Some people suffer living alone And feel the emptiness of a relationship that turned into dust and some wait for all of their lives because they're too afraid and they let their train go by and some will never say no living on the frailty of never letting go always hiding behind a mask and though there's finally a pleasence of being always on their own while others waltz a perfect heart (?) and a home (?) It's because you are Like a filter to me that i'll see the future brighter than they'll ever see And I know you are All the colors I breathe You have the pen that's writing down the fairy tale that pictures you and me Some people suffer poverty in a love affair and others like to live their love in the rain And some live a million affairs believing all the time that no one will feel or care Some people wait Holding back their faith Because their wounds will never heal Made by rumors building hate Or someone who's in a sin Some people find a pleasence of being always on the road While others waltz a perfect heart and a home It's because you are Like a filter to me that i'll see the future brighter than they'll ever see And I know you are All the colors I breathe You have the pen that's writing down the fairy tale that pictures you and me [Instrumental part] It's because you are Like a filter to me that i'll see the future brighter than they'll ever see And I know you are All the colors I breathe You have the pen that's writing down the fairy tale that pictures you and me
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