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Are you the legendary
Are you the keeper of the flame
Can you be more specific
I mean you've made a difference
I mean I think you struck a cord
And I could figure it out
when everyday is perfect
And every symptom is a sign
I'll be the first to tell you
I'll be your genius
I'll be your cyrano
I won't take any credit
I'll paint a picture for you
Write the meaning upside down
Can you be more specific
it's in the number seven
It's in the poem-why thing I wrote
It's in the disconnected
but I can't tell you what to feel
I've had enough of this
If I thought it mattered I'd be you
inside a speeding bullet
Another speeding bullet tries
To pull himself together
He wants to place it neatly
He wants to suffer for a cause
He wants to feel the real love
And everybody loves him
Everybody wants a piece
Of the scared chameleoon
but I can't tell you what to feel
I've had enough of this
If I thought it mattered I'd be you
I can't tell you
What to feel
I've had enough of this
If I thought it mattered I'd be
If I thought it mattered
I'd write a song about it