Was it really love or just a dream?Or were you just another fantasy?All the years have gone and I don't seeWhy you didn't want to be with me
Be with me...
Curse of the retinaCover up my eyes so I can't seeIt's the curse of the retinaWords inside my brain are hard to speak
Hiding round the corner of your houseSpeaking all the words out of your mouthPainless accusations make me weakYeah I was so young, and I couldn't see
Curse of the retinaCover up my eyes so I can't seeIt's the curse of the retinaWords inside my brain are hard to speak
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