I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head,
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I'm seein' many colours but the only one
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That's coming through is red,
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And it's stoppin' me dead tryin' to make some tracks
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But my feet are feeling like lead,
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Stop being blead, stop being blead
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Oh my things aren't the same,
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Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer,
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I'd be tamed
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We stopped playing games
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I'm not pointing fingers but I'm not gonna take the blame
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Playin' all your games, taking all your blames
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I said oh no, I don't even care,
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I guess I'll be seein' you,
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I guess I'll be leaving you today,
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We're just not a pair,
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I know you've been trying but I just can't bear to tell a lie'
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Stop tellin' me all your lies
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Stop tellin' me all your lies
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Let me take you by the hand,
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Try to understand, walk me to a land,
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Try to understand,
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But I ain't nothing but a man
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I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head,
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I'm seein' many colours but the only one
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That's coming through Is red,
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You know how we feel, we can't go on pretending,
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And we've just got to fix the deal,
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Gotta make it real
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Gotta make it real
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Sandstorm
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Level 42 |