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The Filter
Some people suffer living alone
And feel the emptiness
of a relationship that turned into dust
and some wait for all of their lives
because they're too afraid
and they let their train go by
and some will never say no
living on the frailty
of never letting go
always hiding behind a mask
and though there's finally a pleasence of being always on their own
while others waltz a perfect heart (?)
and a home (?)
It's because you are
Like a filter to me
that i'll see the future brighter
than they'll ever see
And I know you are
All the colors I breathe
You have the pen that's writing down
the fairy tale that pictures
you and me
Some people suffer poverty
in a love affair
and others like to live their love
in the rain
And some live a million affairs
believing all the time that no one will feel or care
Some people wait
Holding back their faith
Because their wounds will never heal
Made by rumors building hate
Or someone who's in a sin
Some people find a pleasence of being always on the road
While others waltz a perfect heart
and a home
It's because you are
Like a filter to me
that i'll see the future brighter
than they'll ever see
And I know you are
All the colors I breathe
You have the pen that's writing down
the fairy tale that pictures
you and me
(Instrumental part)
It's because you are
Like a filter to me
that i'll see the future brighter
than they'll ever see
And I know you are
All the colors I breathe
You have the pen that's writing down
the fairy tale that pictures
you and me
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you and me
the fairy tale that pictures
You have the pen that's writing down
All the colors I breathe
And I know you are
than they'll ever see
that i'll see the future brighter
Like a filter to me
It's because you are
(Instrumental part)
you and me
the fairy tale that pictures
You have the pen that's writing down
All the colors I breathe
And I know you are
than they'll ever see
that i'll see the future brighter
Like a filter to me
It's because you are
and a home
While others waltz a perfect heart
Some people find a pleasence of being always on the road
Or someone who's in a sin
Made by rumors building hate
Because their wounds will never heal
Holding back their faith
Some people wait
believing all the time that no one will feel or care
And some live a million affairs
in the rain
and others like to live their love
in a love affair
Some people suffer poverty
you and me
the fairy tale that pictures
You have the pen that's writing down
All the colors I breathe
And I know you are
than they'll ever see
that i'll see the future brighter
Like a filter to me
It's because you are
and a home (?)
while others waltz a perfect heart (?)
and though there's finally a pleasence of being always on their own
always hiding behind a mask
of never letting go
living on the frailty
and some will never say no
and they let their train go by
because they're too afraid
and some wait for all of their lives
of a relationship that turned into dust
And feel the emptiness
Some people suffer living alone
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