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Well you can hold it to the light,

but it won't make it any brighter tonight,

it's shining brighter than it should do.

And you're the best at finding wrongs,

in all the things that I've done bang on,

I hope your conscience is killing you.



In your tunnel of light,

I'm just a dark spot at the bottom,

it dosn't help your gains are ill-gotten evry time.

So why must we lie?

Oh, break me from this prison cell that you

call love and I call hell.



I try to kiss, you turn away,

and change the words that I want to say,

into words you'd like to hear.

Through these long nights you cut me short,

when it was you who wanted to talk,

you said I was running when I just walked.



And now your tunnel of light,

is getting darker at the bottom,

It dosn't help your gains are I'll-gotten every time.

So why do we lie?

Oh, break me from this prison cell that

you call love and I call hell.