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Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bow of gloom. 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. I feel fine and I feel good I'm feeling like nobody should. Whenever I get this way I just don't know what to say. Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday. I'm not sure what this could mean. I don't think you're what you seem. I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else, then I'll never see just what we're ment to be. 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. 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.
