There is no end to this I have seen your face But I don't recognize all these things You must have kept behind It's a problem, you know That's been there all your life Tries to make you see the world without you That's just some black and white At night it gets cold and You'd dearly like to turn away An escape that fails And makes the wounds that time won't heal Hello, hello, hello, hello There is no end to this I can't turn away Another picture would deceive History'd say There is no room to move Or try to look away Remember, life is strange And life keeps getting stranger every day A mass of harmless attitudes All tied up all subside No matter what they say You knew your heart beats you late at night Your heart beats you late at night (3)
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