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Crocodile tears Talk to me Collecting fears Talk to me Crocodile tears Talk to me Collecting fears Talk to me I don't got all the answers, and I hate to admit it Friends turn to enemies, and I hate to forgive it Loving turns to hatred, and I hate that I live it This materialistic renaissance, I hate to relive it My themes and schemes, the importance of words Dazed and confused, how their vision is blurred Bougee and unruly, how their words are slurred The impossible freedom, metaphor for a bird The length of an interlude, the symphony of tears The lake of depth and the ocean of fears Reptilian people, with their crocodile tears See through the façade, when the end is near I want so much platinum, that your gold seems bronze Romance, roses, flower shop, the pros and cons Surrounded by masks, bunch of ignorant dons Thank you for listening, now back to my songs Crocodile tears Talk to me Collecting fears Talk to me Crocodile tears Talk to me Collecting fears Talk to me Can you talk to me? Please talk to me Can you talk to me? Please talk to me Please talk to me Please talk to me Please talk to me