
时间:2001-07-02
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Is it the way you curse it's name
Cause of the light that you're refused
Is it the hardness of the game
That's too late to win or lose
Just mind the way that it's used
With no future in our minds
Only ashes in our souls
Are we standing next in line
For the funeral of our curious kind
Tell me frankly we can't say this is love but madness
Ohh frankly it's a state line between our aims for me and you
Frankly shall we light up this case called sadness
I don't know do you remember
How we stole every moment and wasted a thousand
For counterfeit gold on our get ups
We wrote in stars though bells they rang
For our last steps on the moon
And in the lip synched show they sang
About a feeling warm and true
Can we get satisfied at mind
Could our souls be young again
Our mileage do rewind
Could our love revive our spirit so blind
Tell me Frankly we can't say this is love but madness
Ohh Frankly it's a state line between our aims and me and you