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And Nobody Sees It Coming


How could I be wrong—
See my scars, my wounds
The victim I’m for life
With the army trucks in my courtyard
With the saviours gone, for orgies, for good
With just my soul and solitude, all shattered here

They came for my life the other day
They came last night as well for my life
In these shades I just can see nothing
Just see who could it be
Just see how I’m abused
Just feel; you just feel it.


And nobody sees it coming


Now the questions are flooding the valley
—For instance, didn’t you get a chance to change,
Where were you when your soul was sold for free?
You got to be in the jail
No? You got to be kidding
You got to be nobody.

- Concluded.

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