I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me and always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
The moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black..
- Falling Slowly, Glen Hansard
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