I was there in the backstage
When first light came around
I grew up like a changeling
To wait the first time around
I could see all the weakness
I could pick all the faults
But I concede all the faith-tests,
Just a stick in your throat
3 - 1 - G
I'm around in your soundtrack,
To mirror all that you've done
To find the right side of reason
To kill the three lies for one
I could see all the cold facts,
I could see through your eyes
All this don't make no contact
No matter how hard I try
3 - 1 - G
I could still hear the footsteps,
I could see only walls
All this don't make no contact,
Here, hearing no at all
I could see contradiction,
I could give up the right
Just to live in the past tense,
To make believe you were right!
3 - 1 - G
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