Στοίχοι: Waking Ashland. The Well. Your Intentions.
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You don't have any intentions
of finishing what you have started
Do you? Do you?
And at the start of something different
You realize just whats been missing
Do you? Do you?
And round and round
You're fighting your hesitation
And yet so close
But there's always some resignation
You need control
Like strings on a puppet
Learning how to love it
Ohh...
You know all the games that you play
But yo don't realize how much you've changed
Do you? Do you?
And I know all your reasons for leaving
I really hope she has some meaning
Do you? Do you?
And round and round
You're fighting your hesitation
And yet so close
But there's always some resignation
You need control
Like strings on a puppet
Learning how to love it
Ohh...
There's a line in your mind
And I see now it's clearly defined
You're no good, you're not well, you don't need him to know it's not right
The intention is not for commitment to prize to steep
But it's growing on you to lick your teeth
Ohh...
And round and round
You're fighting your hesitation
And yet so close
But there's always some resignation
You need control
Like strings on a puppet
Learning how to love it
Ohh...
You don't have any intentions
of finishing what you have started
Do you? Do you?
And at the start of something different
You realize just whats been missing
Do you? Do you?
And round and round
You're fighting your hesitation
And yet so close
But there's always some resignation
You need control
Like strings on a puppet
Learning how to love it
Ohh...
You know all the games that you play
But yo don't realize how much you've changed
Do you? Do you?
And I know all your reasons for leaving
I really hope she has some meaning
Do you? Do you?
And round and round
You're fighting your hesitation
And yet so close
But there's always some resignation
You need control
Like strings on a puppet
Learning how to love it
Ohh...
There's a line in your mind
And I see now it's clearly defined
You're no good, you're not well, you don't need him to know it's not right
The intention is not for commitment to prize to steep
But it's growing on you to lick your teeth
Ohh...
And round and round
You're fighting your hesitation
And yet so close
But there's always some resignation
You need control
Like strings on a puppet
Learning how to love it
Ohh...