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Friday, February 25, 2011

Spending My Time


Spending My Time




What's the time?
Seems its already morning
I see the sky, its so beautiful and blue
The TV's on
But the only thing showing is a picture of you

Oh, I get up and make myself some coffee
I try to read a bit but the story's too thin
Then I thank the Lord above
That you're not there to see me
In this shape I'm in

Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you think of me too
I'm spending my time

I try to call but I don't know what to tell you
I leave a kiss on your answering machine
Oh, help me please
Is there someone who can make me
Wake up from this dream?

Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you are missing me too
I'm spending my time

Watching the sun go down
I fall asleep to the sound
Of "tears of a clown"
A prayer gone blind

I'm spending my time
My friends keep telling me:
Hey, life will go on
Time will make sure will get over you
This silly game of love you play you win only to lose

Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you are missing me too

I'm spending my time
Watching the sun go down
I fall asleep to the sound
Of "tears of a clown"
A prayer gone blind






Fading like a flower



In a time where the sun descends alone

I ran a long long way from home
To find a heart that’s made of stone

I will try, I just need a little time
To get your face right out of my mind
To see the world through different eyes

Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can’t let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flower

Tell me why

When I scream there’s no reply
When I reach out there’s nothing to find
When I sleep I break down and cry
Cry, yeah

Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can’t let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flower

Fading like a rose
Fading like a rose
Beaten by the storm

Talking to myself
Getting washed by the rain
It’s such a cold cold town
Oh, it’s a such cold town

Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can’t let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flower











 
 
 
 

 
 
 

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