6.False Admission
Lyricist：David James Reid
I could be round
I could be square
I could be blue
Or made out of air
It's a good question
You never ask out there
Where's the betrayal？
It's a false admission
Badly written fiction
A faulty mission
But I will turn it around
I could be mad
I could be dumb
What about you？
What you think I'm？
I can't believe
What you have said out there
What you think I'm？
It's a false admission
Badly written fiction
A faulty mission
But I will turn it around
The lights are bright
You were in the shadows cutting wires and tapes
I will not let go and you will never ever seem to be
I can't believe what you said
I can't believe
What you have said about
What you've become
It's a false admission
Badly written fiction
A faulty mission
But I will turn it around
I will turn it around
I will turn it around
I will turn it around
I will turn it around
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