Exiled and pushed away, lost in time, always I'll be
This
Your face on the cover of a magazine
Cranked up rolling
I cannot forget those days
Heavy like my feet were stuck
Exiled and pushed away,
Lost in time, always I'll be
This
I believe
When the time comes I'll get my
Way
I can say
I curse this day while you take over my time
Not
It's all overrated
We're all dazed and jaded
We never give a
I'm buildin' up a wallI'm covering my eyesI try not
Black clouds over me, I’m paranoidI can’t shake the ground
Your face on the cover of a magazinecranked uprolling out
Right now you're up,You better take control ofYour mind and
I met you on a stormy weekendYou never meant to
Once it starts It’s coming downBut I don’t want to
I've looked at youI've looked at you for too longIt's
It could be here, it could be now'Cause every time
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