If I could go and feel no sorrow,
I am just like, a smoking volcano
In my head,
If I could adjust and have no trouble,
Her heart was like an empty pebble,
In her chest,
I spoke her name on a mountain of flowers,
But it became a question of needing a ladder,
For my reach,
I saw her running like a sweet morning vision,
Upon the ruins of my stolen perception,
Of her mind,
Bring me something new that I don't have to make up,
I'm sick of seeing how the world has changed us and
I can't explain what there was between us.
If I could lose my deepest confusions
I would be rid of my sweetest delusions,
About her now,
But I know life is like riding a bicycle,
Upon the handlebars it's a never ending struggle,
To stay on top.
Bring me something new that I don't have to make up,
I'm sick of seeing how the world has changed us and
I can't explain, I can't explain what there was between us.
She is my sweet, sweet morning vision,
Sweet, sweet morning vision,
Sweet, sweet morning vision,
Sweet, sweet morning vision,
In my head,
(in my head, in my head)
Bring me something new that I don't have to make up,
I'm sick of seeing how the world has changed us and
I can't explain, I can't explain, I can't explain what there was,
Bring me something new that I don't have to make up,
I'm sick of seeing how the world has changed us and
I can't explain, I can't explain what there was between us.

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