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There's something bout your eyes
That I couldn't recognize
And I couldn't find a way
To turn off the display

It stood on all night

I know it don't seem right
When I try to win this fight
But I always give up when I think of you

So tell me how am I supposed to sleep
You overflow in my bed
And tell me how am I supposed to breathe
When you prevent my breeze
Then teach me how am I supposed to live
You dug your nails in my heart
And you still try to get
What no longer belongs to me

I'm tired of all those lies
And the fears they organize
And all the shed tears
In Sunday mornings

My turn is overdue

So tell me how am I supposed to take
The wrong things that you make
And tell me how am I supposed to fake
Faking is mistaking
Teach me, how am I supposed to go on
You stole my hope without a gun