New realization
by Sublime
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The time has come, to reach a new realization ´tween me and you,
time to clear the rumors, sensations, and things that just are not true.
Well I thought I heard you behind me,
with a knife poised for my back.
It´s quite clear that I´m back in the swing of the living,
although I might not be on the right track.
Oh, thought I might drown but its hard to keep a good man down
town´s where I´ll find you, through some ill-gotten hand.
Although I never listen girl, I damn well understand.
And you think, I´m so damn feeble.
I can´t see through your lies, your just a crock of shit,
with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise.
Oh, your giving me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load.
You may hold some vision of truth, if truth can be found in a lie.
Maybe some grain of inspiration, for a song that´s deep inside.
Oh, tears running down your face,
Screaming to look you in the eye.
Well I´m looking straight at your twisted face,
and it´s enough to make me cry.
Oh, passions they´re for those that want to,
pay the price of loving you,
in more ways than one.
Wrapped around your finger,
but I think my time has come,
but I never can be too sure,
cuz I like to have a little fun.
Oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and fall into the sun.
A mind is a precious thing to taste.
time to clear the rumors, sensations, and things that just are not true.
Well I thought I heard you behind me,
with a knife poised for my back.
It´s quite clear that I´m back in the swing of the living,
although I might not be on the right track.
Oh, thought I might drown but its hard to keep a good man down
town´s where I´ll find you, through some ill-gotten hand.
Although I never listen girl, I damn well understand.
And you think, I´m so damn feeble.
I can´t see through your lies, your just a crock of shit,
with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise.
Oh, your giving me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load.
You may hold some vision of truth, if truth can be found in a lie.
Maybe some grain of inspiration, for a song that´s deep inside.
Oh, tears running down your face,
Screaming to look you in the eye.
Well I´m looking straight at your twisted face,
and it´s enough to make me cry.
Oh, passions they´re for those that want to,
pay the price of loving you,
in more ways than one.
Wrapped around your finger,
but I think my time has come,
but I never can be too sure,
cuz I like to have a little fun.
Oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and fall into the sun.
A mind is a precious thing to taste.