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There was a time when our limit was the sky we were living in our lives .......... and we thrived but it turned out i was not willing to slide i played the villain when you cried tears spilling from your eyes now why i had you feeling that inside and feeling what i find left conclealing it with lies the feeling i find is feeling the pride cause the don't give the right for me to whinge and whine cause you're with a guy

But i still got your picture on my windowsill i still hear your voice in the night when I'm sitting still things need to get better you never think it will fed up left cut tell me this isn't real
Cause i still got your picture on my windowsill i still hear your voice in the night when I'm sitting still things need to get better you never think it will fed up left cut tell me this isn't real

Tell me this isn't real Tell me this isn't real Tell me this isn't real.. (echos)

Back in the day when i met and asked your name text your number and you came for a drink call it a date we sat down had a chat and it was great in the quiet little place i grew accustomed to your face then we grew closer in the way awkward silence never came life was our own little game we got caught in up in the play never thought about the pain and i sought've am to blame maybe i ought to ran away

But i still got your picture on my windowsill i still hear your voice in the night when I'm sitting still things need to get better you never think it will fed up left cut tell me this isn't real

Cause i still got your picture on my windowsill i still hear your voice in the night when I'm sitting still things need to get better you never think it will fed up left cut tell me this isn't real
Tell me this isn't real Tell me this isn't real Tell me this isn't real (echos)

winter mornings don't wanna get outta bed water runs down the glass the sky is grey the land is wet the sea is wild the breeze is fresh the air is cold the feelings old the people are depressed the windows condensation is ..... the offices people work in to the houses the people living in the buses and classrooms covered in scribbling mirrors in bathrooms steamed up (mist riddled in?) movement and individuality finger-tips slip on the glass a playful grasp on reality part of the daily loosening grip on sanity portraying crazy mood swings ... and clarity anything to cope with the cold daydreaming waiting for the sun to glow and bring hope wrapped up in jacket scarf rolled round throat fighting the elements till the low feeling goes like the snow

(muffled volume) But i still got your picture on my windowsill i still hear your voice in the night when I'm sitting still things need to get better you never think it will fed up left cut tell me this isn't real

cause i still got your picture on my windowsill i still hear your voice in the night when I'm sitting still things need to get better you never think it will fed up left cut tell me this isn't real (muffled volume)

But i still got your picture on my windowsill i still hear your voice in the night when I'm sitting still things need to get better you never think it will fed up left cut tell me this isn't real

Cause i still got your picture on my windowsill i still hear your voice in the night when I'm sitting still things need to get better you never think it will fed up left cut tell me this isn't real
Tell me this isn't real Tell me this isn't real Tell me this isn't real (echos)


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