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Text: Lostprophets. The Fake Sound Of Progress. Awkward.


Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yes I feel your words,
But I do not hear them,

Don't you think it's strange that time will not support my cause,
When i enter

Yes, I thought of you, it all comes to easily
How come i don't see the world like you,
Have i got my, eyes closed?
I don't think so

And now i see the world and it's all i can believe
Smile stands in your face, but it's not to late for me,
Here i stand and i laugh when i see the world your in,
Smile stands in your face, but it's not too late for me,

Now it's gone, can we, start again, start a new,
Will it follow us back down, can we go through life without a frown?
Oh no!

And now i see the world and it's all i can believe
Smile stands in your face, but it's not to late for me,
Here i stand and i laugh when i see the world your in,
Smile stands in your face, but it's not too, but its not too late for me,
No it's not too late for me