I’ve got a sandstorm blowin’ in my head
I’m seein’ many colours but the one that’s coming through is red
It’s stoppin’ me dead tryin’ to make some tracks but my feet are feeling like a lead
Stop being blead, stop being blead

Oh, my things aren’t the same
Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer I’d be tamed
We stopped playing games
I’m not pointing fingers but I’m not taking all the blame
Playin’ all your games, taking all your blames

I said oh no, I don’t even care
I guess I’ll be seein’ you, I guess I’ll be leaving you today
We’re just not a pair
I know you’ve been trying but I just can’t bear to tell a lie
Stop tellin’ me all your lies
Stop tellin’ me all your lies

Let me take you by the hand
Try to understand, walk me to a land, try to understand
I ain’t nothing but a man

I’ve got a sandstorm blowin’ in my head
I’m seein’ many colours but the only one that’s coming through is red

You know how we feel, we can’t go on pretending
And we’ve just got to fix the deal
Gotta make it real, gotta make it real

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