Incubus - Incubus - Glass

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Incubus - Incubus - Glass

If I had a dime for every time you walked away, 
I could afford to not give a shit 
and buy a drink and drown the day 
But your pockets, they are empty, 
yeh, and mine are times two 
So why not make an about-face, 
and accept the love I send to you? 
Youre never gonna be content if you dont try, 
try to see outside your line. 
There you go, you did it again! 
You act as if theres blinders on your eyes. 
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains 
your eyes?! 
Oh, did I crack your shell? 
When it falls away, youll see we exist as well! 
Like a bottle with the cork stuck, 
your true ingredients trapped inside. 
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you, 
I guess the hard shell represents your pride. 
Oh, if only it could be different 
we could uncover the you, you deny. 
Between two, a small discrepancy, 
one complicates and one simplifies. 
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!! 
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away, 
you could bet your bottom dollar that 
Id be filthy rich by noon today

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