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Buray
Are You Love or Just Lies
There is no hope, there is no light in your eyes
There's no hope, no spark in your gaze
I'm still waiting, let it be
I'm still the one who's waiting
No fire, no heat in your hands
No fire, no warmth in your touch
I burn, thanks to your love
I burn, all thanks to your love
As soon as you knock on my door, come in
You knock on my door suddenly, come right in
Your place is always on my mind
You always have a spot in my thoughts
My tongue is tied, if the words fly out of my mind
I get tongue-tied if the words slip from my mind
My beautiful guest, you are always welcome
My lovely guest, you’re always welcome here
Are you in love or just full of lies?
Are you love or just a bunch of lies?
Tufted trouble and troublemaker
You’re a tangled mess, causing all this trouble
There is an impermanence, as if in essence
There’s something unfinished, deep down inside
That remained in me
That’s left a mark on me
Are you in love or just full of lies?
Are you love or just a bunch of lies?
Tufted trouble and troublemaker
You’re a tangled mess, causing all this trouble
There is an impermanence, as if in essence
There’s something unfinished, deep down inside
That remained in me
That’s left a mark on me
Are you in love or just full of lies?
Are you love or just a bunch of lies?
Tufted trouble and troublemaker
You’re a tangled mess, causing all this trouble
There is an impermanence, as if in essence
There’s something unfinished, deep down inside
That remained in me
That’s left a mark on me
Come in as soon as you knock on my door
You knock on my door suddenly, come right in
Your place is always on my mind
You always have a spot in my thoughts
My tongue is tied, if the words fly out of my mind
I get tongue-tied if the words slip from my mind
My beautiful guest, you are always welcome
My lovely guest, you’re always welcome here
Are you in love or just full of lies?
Are you love or just a bunch of lies?
Tufted trouble and troublemaker
You’re a tangled mess, causing all this trouble
There is an impermanence, as if in essence
There’s something unfinished, deep down inside
That remained in me
That’s left a mark on me
Are you in love or just full of lies?
Are you love or just a bunch of lies?
Tufted trouble and troublemaker
You’re a tangled mess, causing all this trouble
There is an imperfection as if in essence
There’s something unfinished, deep down inside
That remained in me
That’s left a mark on me
Disregarding the loves I have accumulated
Ignoring all the loves I’ve piled up.
