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MARK OWEN
Could somebody give me an answer a solution to fill up my space As I take a peep out of the whole in my window I see a land that is filled with disgrace Now is it me, or did it used to seem better? Now I tear grows in every man's eye but the tear never once reached the surface And the tree which I climbed slowly dies Is that what its all about Hiding our feelings away Let the problem be that of another man I'm living my life in this way Far away from a troubled face Is that what its all about? A cure aint been found for my problem just yet behind the wrought iron gate, it is there, I bet but the key got a caught in a fishermans net With a dolphin the boy wanted for his pet Well I know I aint getting no younger pretty soon I guess I'll be extinct and all that I'll leave to remember is this problem I once paused to think Is that what its all about Hiding our feelings away Let the problem be that of another man I'm living my life in this way Far away from a troubled face Is that what its all about? Put it behind you Turn a blind eye Though you always know that its here Living your life through the line of defence I stand for myself, is that what its all about?
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