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We were the ones

We are the waiting

Now we’re painting the sky blind

A fossil dream

Thoughts are so clean

You always have the taste you had

You just can’t blame

The way time goes by

And don’t try

I know

Karma’s a moaning

Your so deserving

Put one in the gun

So slow

Revenge is burning

Your so deserving

Put one in the gun

You always

BLAME ME!

Like I was written for the past tense

BLAME ME!

The feeling for the fallen curtains

BLAME ME!

You always have the taste you had

You just can’t blame

The way time goes by

And don’t try

Now your rain going by…

Your lies you hide