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Biding Our Time

Dead Artist Syndrome

You say you're in love, I can't tell by your actions,
You're treating me sadly, like I'm last week's attraction,
You wanna believe every word I say,
When the road gets tough, you just turn away.

What can I say?
What can I do?
Will you believe what I told you was true?
Will we go on living our lives, biding our time?

I came in your life and it was dark and lonely,
You promised me that I'd be your one and only,
Well, things got so strange, and somehow you changed,
I don't wanna really feel alone again.

What can I say?
What can I do?
Will you believe that my is true?
Or will we go on living our lives, biding our time?
Biding our time,
Biding our time.

Is it such a paradox, a great hidden truth?
Did you think I didn't buy if I gave my heart to you?
Do you think that I could live while watching you die?
Do you think that God's laughing while watching you cry?
Do you think you'll find the answer on these dirty streets, or grooving to the music on the dance floor's beat?
Can you be strangers while lovers and friends?
Is this the start of something new or the beginning of the end?

What can I say?
What can I do?
Will you believe every word is true?
Will we go on living our lives, biding our time?
Biding our time,
Biding our time,
Biding our time,






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