every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
it's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
living a life that I can't leave behind
there's no sense in telling me
'the wisdom of a fool won't set you free'
but that's the way that it goes
and it's what nobody knows
while every day my confusion grows.
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