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Songtexte: Monday Morning. Blind.

Can you recall the days of innocence long left behind?
They're like a dream that you can't retrace your steps to find
It's holding you by all the things you've hidden so far down inside
You just can't see a way to escape this life, you're so blind

It's killing me
To see you there
Wasting away
When you can't give up what brings you down

I can't describe how it felt to see the world through your eyes
But I can describe how this love makes me so alive

It's killing me
To see you there
Wasting away
When you can't give up what brings you down

Brings you down
Brings you down
Down, down, down

It's killing me
When you can't give up what brings you down

It's killing me
To see you there
Wasting away
When you can't give up what brings you down

You can't give up what brings you down
You can't give up what brings you down
You can't give up what brings you down