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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 a 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,
While every day my confusion grows,
Every time I see you falling,
I get down on my knees and pray,
I'm waiting for that final moment,
You'll say the words that I can't say,