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The stories you tell
Flowing out of your beautiful mouth
like the wind
Those sweet little words
mean nothing at all
but your eyes, they dont lie
Why do you feel bad
Say something to me
Cause when I look into your eyes
And I cannot find the truth
And I cannot see through you
Ill keep wondering why
-you ever cried in your life
But now its too late
Well never speak again
I still wonder why
Can you answer my question:
Why did you feel bad
Why didnt you say something to me
Cause when I looked into your eyes
And I couldnt find the truth
And I couldnt see through you.
Why