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Testo Blurry Eyes
Is it too late? Am I found out now?
My shoulder's cold, fall into myself
And shut my mouth
This lonely place is a bitter ghost town
I do it to myself
I'm shutting down
It's all a blur Could a bitter fight be the sweetest cure?
It's all a blur, let's just find out
I wanna feel like
This fight's not the start of the end
Just part of time
I wanna know that
My blows don't always have to make sense
Let's do the time
I'll open up, I feel my hands
Are finding grip in sinking sand
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
Defend feelings with an empty sheath now The armor's gone and the weapons down
No winner's crown
So Mr. Sandman, don't you call me over
Our eyes arе tired, but we're shouting till wе find resolve
We're tearing down these walls all over
I wanna feel like
This fight's not the start of the end
Just part of time
I wanna know that
My blows don't always have to make sense
Let's do the time
I'll open up, I feel my hands
Are finding grip in sinking sand
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
There's no end of the line
Bring the best, bring the worst
Bring the truth and lies
The gilding of hope
In the blur of our eyes
There's no end of the line
Bring the best, bring the worst
Bring the truth and lies
The gilding of hope
In the blur of our eyes
So it's only fair
That we find our way
To a place we know
Where we're both okay
I'll open up, I feel my hands
Are finding grip in sinking sand
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
I'll open up, I feel my hands
Are finding grip in sinking sand
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
This fight's not the start of the end
My shoulder's cold, fall into myself
And shut my mouth
This lonely place is a bitter ghost town
I do it to myself
I'm shutting down
It's all a blur Could a bitter fight be the sweetest cure?
It's all a blur, let's just find out
I wanna feel like
This fight's not the start of the end
Just part of time
I wanna know that
My blows don't always have to make sense
Let's do the time
I'll open up, I feel my hands
Are finding grip in sinking sand
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
Defend feelings with an empty sheath now The armor's gone and the weapons down
No winner's crown
So Mr. Sandman, don't you call me over
Our eyes arе tired, but we're shouting till wе find resolve
We're tearing down these walls all over
I wanna feel like
This fight's not the start of the end
Just part of time
I wanna know that
My blows don't always have to make sense
Let's do the time
I'll open up, I feel my hands
Are finding grip in sinking sand
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
There's no end of the line
Bring the best, bring the worst
Bring the truth and lies
The gilding of hope
In the blur of our eyes
There's no end of the line
Bring the best, bring the worst
Bring the truth and lies
The gilding of hope
In the blur of our eyes
So it's only fair
That we find our way
To a place we know
Where we're both okay
I'll open up, I feel my hands
Are finding grip in sinking sand
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
I'll open up, I feel my hands
Are finding grip in sinking sand
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
I wanna feel like
This fight's not the start of the end
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