Texty: Blur. Think Tank. Sweet Song.

:
What am I to do
Someone is really unhappy
Put myself on the knife
It seems I never got through to you
So I'll wean myself off slowly

I'm a darkened soul
My street's all pop music and coke
All our lives on TV
Just switch off and try to sleep
People get so lonely

I believe, I believe, I believe
Everything's out to see
I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe it's the way it should be
I hope you feel the same

Everyone is dying
Stop crying now here comes the sun
I didn't mean to hurt you, oh no no
It takes time to see what you've done
So I'll wean myself off slowly

I believe, I believe, I believe
Love is the only one
I deceive, I deceive, I deceive
I deceive cos I'm not that strong
I hope you feel the same

And now, now
It seems that
It's falling apart
But I hope I see the good in you
Come back again
I just believed in you