. . . The truth is hiding in your eyes and its hanging on your tongue

Just boiling in my blood but you think that I cant see

What kind of man that you are, if you’re a man at all

Well I will figure this one out on my own


I’m screaming I love you so

My thoughts you can’t decode


How did we get here

when I used to know you so well

But how did we get here

I think I know . . .
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(Decode)