Me and the fool in the photograph A soul many times revealed The scars only have concealed
I wonder how many days I'll bleed With the words I refuse to form Now I will be free But lately I refuse you
With these arms I will break through you Wait only to see you far removed
No more the fool in the photograph That night chained in your embrace Day dawned and I saw your face
I wonder how many days I'll bleed With the words I begin to form: Now I will be free
Lately I refuse you With these arms I will break through you Wait only to see you far removed
Wasting time you tell the story still Made your mind you're chasing the moon Making scars among the glory Still you're pulling down Wasting time you tell the story Some kind of magic I've waited here all too long...
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