I walk along the street
I look into your eyes
Im pleasant when we meet
Im there when you go home
How many times before
Could you tell I didnt care?
When you turned your back on me
I knew wed get nowhere
Do you believe in youth
The history of all truth
A heart thats left at home
Becomes a heart of stone
Do you believe in truth?
The lies we told of youth
A cause we call our own
Beside an empty throne
How many times before
Could you tell I didnt care?
When you reached out in your sleep
And you knew I wasnt there
My eyes are made of stone
Just like your sordid home
How many times before
Did you leave my soul alone?
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