Babe
You're trying to sound bold
Your talk is getting old
But your eyes keep telling me things
I wish you never said
You call that standing tall
You're making me feel small
But the smaller I become
The easier I get inside
Foward
Keep pushing me foward
The night is getting cold
You won't turn up to gold
And your body can't deny
the things that you never said
You call that being small
You're sounding so banal
And the smaller you become
the easier I shake your pride
No fire burns inside your eyes
Your words are only lies
You're just so ornamented
Nothing inside
No fire burns inside your eyes
Your words are only lies
You're just so ornamented
Nothing inside
No fire burns inside your eyes
Your words are only lies
You're just so ornamented
Nothing inside

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