








The blind lead the blind
so why can't I find my way?
This could be heaven but I don't know where I am
I am too scared to come out from behind here
so why can't I find my way?
This could be heaven but I don't know where I am
I am too scared to come out from behind here













I couldn't spill my heart.
Night time, sympathise.
I've been working on white lies.
So I'll tell the truth, I'll give it up to you.

















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