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I wish you could see what i can see
I wish you could dream what i have to dream
2 million lives killed by my own hand
2 million lies have rolled across my tongue
I’m just a white singer with no tone in my voice
Things that i say, do you think i’m talking to you?
Well i don’t understand this thing that i do
I still can’t stand the sound of my only voice
But you do it so well
I really don’t care
Stop talking at me