Cobalt Skies
Cobalt Skies - Stalker At The Flea Market lyrics
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It's one of those things You'll watch so carefully And never see it coming Then it gets personal If you take it that way Personal describes the way You blame it on yourself And I never was A part of it These arms are folded And these eyes are on the ground It was too easy There's a day on the calendar A year from now that says Think for yourself I wake up to a tape recorder That tells me to listen to a voice That I don't believe in anymore And I never Want to do that again These arms are folded And these arms are on the ground