Eiffel 65 - The Filter
Some people suffer living aloneAnd feel the emptinessOf a relationship that turned into dustAnd some wait for all of their livesBecause they're too afraid And they let their train go byand some will never say noLiving on the frailtyOf never letting goAlways hiding behind a maskAnd though there's finally the pleasure of being always on their own While others waltz a perfect heart And a home It's because you areLike a filter to meThat I'll see the future brighterThan they'll ever seeAnd I know you areAll the colors I breatheYou have the pen that's writing downThe fairy tale that pictures You and meSome people suffer povertyIn a love affairAnd others like to live their loveIn the rainAnd some live a million affairsBelieving all the time that no one will feel or careSome people waitHolding back their faithBecause their wounds will never healMade by rumors building hateOr someone who's in a sinSome people find the pleasure of being always on the roadWhile others waltz a perfect heartAnd a homeIt's because you areLike a filter to meThat I'll see the future brighterThan they'll ever seeAnd I know you areAll the colors I breatheYou have the pen that's writing downThe fairy tale that pictures You and meIt's because you areLike a filter to meThat I'll see the future brighterThan they'll ever seeAnd I know you areAll the colors I breatheYou have the pen that's writing downThe fairy tale that pictures You and me
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