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Lostprophets

So pick me up off the floor

You will not see the town like me

I won't ask you again if this is real cos

I'm walking out that door I'll leave

Always behind the war I know

Cos decisions have never been my strong point

But I don't know what I want

Still the road is dark

In all this time I've had

I've seen the face behind those eyes

Is it starting again

In every town its the same

All these stories

Runs like a clock and around we go

Like some twisted carnival ringmaster

Pointing at me

Telling me that I'll never make it

But how the hell would he know when

He dresses like a tramp and looks like s**t

When alls been said and done

I'll still be hear having no fun

In all this time I've had

I've seen the face behind those eyes

Oh tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow

So who's idea was this you know

I don't like really like the dark that much

Its insane the more take the blame

Admit defeat and swallow your pride

Take a ride to the dark side

I don't know what you say and

I don't mean to sound blas

In all this time I've had

I've seen the face behind those

In all this time I've had

I've seen the face behind those eyes