I'm here in the space you made
Flickering lights that begin to fade
Just fold back the page
And watch the words tumble loud
So who can I blame?
When I know that it runs the same
I singled you out
It's a feeling I can't explain
The needle picks up and goes
Back to the start it knows
The familiar tone
That spirals out here alone
And who might I'd lying
So I'm trapped by my own design
I can read all those pictures now
Then I'm changed by the thoughts somehow
Broken glass lies under my feet and I can't come home...
Broken glasses - I plan my retreat so I can't come home...
Broken glass lies under my feet and I can't come home...
Broken glasses - I plan my retreat so I can't come home...

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