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Lyrics:
Ive got a sandstorm blowin in my head, Im seein many colours but the only one Thats coming through is red, And its stoppin me dead tryin to make some tracks But my feet are feeling like lead, Stop being blead, stop being blead
Oh my things arent the same, Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer, Id be tamed We stopped playing games Im not pointing fingers but Im not gonna take the blame Playin all your games, taking all your blames
I said oh no, I dont even care, I guess Ill be seein you, I guess Ill be leaving you today, Were just not a pair, I know youve been trying but I just cant bear to tell a lie Stop tellin me all your lies Stop tellin me all your lies
Let me take you by the hand, Try to understand, walk me to a land, Try to understand, But I aint nothing but a man
Ive got a sandstorm blowin in my head, Im seein many colours but the only one Thats coming through Is red,
You know how we feel, we cant go on pretending, And weve just got to fix the deal, Gotta make it real Gotta make it real
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