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Why do we?

When autumn is the painter

Me world lies right there in your love eyes

I was a stranger in her land

And now we've left Alaska

Look into my eyes, my love, and see

I could never see tomorrow

I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour...

How can a broken heart find consolation in a disappointed soul?

If those seeds had not been sown

Life is too short to play silly games

Trusted place you can erase

Confusion will be my epitaph

Fishy business

You begin to wonder if it's real

Playing a fools game