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August Winterman
(album: Four Wall Blackmail)
And If I could teach the world to be..
I´d teach them all to be something just like me.
Frustrated, bitter, depressing.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I´m falling down.
And if you could hold your tongue long enough..
You´d see that all I am is love, but I don´t like me.
I despise me.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I´m falling down.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I´m falling down.
It´s a disease they´ll never have a cure for.
You´re the only way to dry my eyes.
It´s a disease, they´ll never have a cure.
But I´m the one whose wrong. I´m the one who cries.
It´s a disease, they´ll never have a cure for.
It´s a disease, they´ll never have a cure.
But I´m the one whose wrong. I´m the one who cries.
I cry - I despise me.
