An alien is wacthing usUnnoticed awayFed by inner self dissectionIt
(chorus)If you decide to walk awayI'll find you in scenes
In this dazeI have given me some timeTo think aboutA
A red rose next to my bedI'm given to the
Hey girl there are a few thingsYou ought to knowSure
There is a reasonWhy you let me goFalling into silenceWithout
Disappointments and vile complaintsRestless minds are fed uponTry to fake
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