And it is only ten minutes..
Why do they break me in two?
And it could be paranoia..
We sold out on our dream..
Big blue eyes, locked with mine..
How quickly you fold..
All of these riches, I had in my hand..
Why do you write?
And when the phone-call came, my stomach sank.
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