We suffer everyday,
What is it for,
These crimes of illusion
Are fooling us all,
And now I am weary,
And I feel like I do.

It´s only you,
Who can tell me apart,
And it´s only you,
Who can turn my wooden heart.

The size of our fight,
It´s just a dream,
We´ve crushed everything,
I can see, in this morning selfishly,
How we´ve failed,
And I feel like I do.

It´s only you,
Who can tell me apart,
And it´s only you,
Who can turn my wooden heart.

Now that we´ve chosen to take all we can,
This shade of autumn, a stale bitter end,
Years of frustration lay down side by side.

And It´s only you,
Who can tell me apart,
And it´s only you,
Who can turn my wooden heart.

It´s only you,
Who can tell me apart,
And it´s only you,
Who can turn my wooden heart.

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