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3 Libras | ||||||||
(By A Perfect Circle) | ||||||||
Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back, a name in your recollection, down among a million say: It's difficult not to feel a little bit dissapointed, and passed over. But I see, see through it all. See you naked but oblivious. And you don't see me. I threw you the obvious just to see if there was more behind the eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy. I guess I was exoecting just a little bit more from the wounded, but I see, see through it all. See through, see you. But I threw you the obvious just to see if there was more behind the eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of tragedy, You don't, You don't, You don't, see me. You don't, You don't, You don't, see me. You don't see me at all. |
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