Vocaloptrix

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United Kingdom
2004

"Vocaloptrix"
Vulnerable

Music & Lyrics: Ray Holt, Andrew Donaldson & Martin Faulkner

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Waking up with corpses
Is like waking up with you
Looking for old street corners
Waiting for my flesh to bruise
It always seemed to me
That we had got things right
It always seemed to me
I guess that we’d lost sight

And I can't breathe the air
These days, it's full of hurt
I'm the one who always suffers
Your words are filled with dirt

You talk - I suffer
You talk and I suffer
You talk - I suffer
But I can't seem to breathe the air these days

But can you remember
The tale of you and me?
Or has your memory blotted out
All that you did to me?
And can you not remember
What you told me on the phone?
My truth is meant for those
Who repay me with their own

And I can't breathe the air
These days, it's full of hurt
I'm the one who always suffers
Your words are filled with dirt

You talk - I suffer
You talk and I suffer
You talk - I suffer
But I can't seem to breathe the air these days
You talk - I suffer
You're getting all of my hatred
You choke - I'm laughing
Yet I can't seem to breathe the air these days
I can't seem to breathe the air these days

And have I taken from you
All the things you held dear?
Nothing more you could take from me
Forgetting who I'm supposed to be
And I can't seem to leave you
Alone by choice
You say more to me with your eyes
Than you could ever say with words