2012年1月31日 星期二

a problem i find


Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find
Living the life that I can't leave behind


There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows

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