Where do I put the shame?
It feels like a broken toy
I can't play with
Anymore
Where do I put the hate?
To a pixilated screen
I can't watch anymore
All I know is that
I'm here drifting
Somewhere in the vast
Somewhere in eternity
And
I never want to leave
Where do I put the books
There's so many I could read
But
They all are filled
With lies
Where do I put the lies
There's so many I could say
But
It seems they're
In the books
I have faith that
You're out there living high
Up in the vast
Somewhere in eternity
And
You're never going to leave
Have I been telling
Lies to myself?
Hold me now you know
I am so afraid
To be at all
Have I been telling
Lies to myself?
Hold my now you know
I am so afraid to love at all
Where do I put the love?
Where do I put the love?


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    The lyrics posted on this page are partically incorrect, while listening to the song i found a few lines that were sort of in the background that were missing from this version. So heres my version:.... Where do I put the shame? It feels like a broken toy I can't play with anymore. Where do I put the hate to a pixilated screen? I can't watch anymore. All I know is that I'm here drifting somewhere in the vast somewhere in the eternity, and I never want to leave. Where do I put the books? There's so many I could read, but they are all filled with lies. Where do I put the lies? There's so many I could say, but it seems they're in the books. I have faith that you're out there, living high up in the vast, somewhere in eternity, and you're never going to leave. Have I been telling lies to myself? Hold me now. You know, I am so afraid to be at all. Have I been telling lies to myself? Hold me now. You know, I am so afraid to love at all I looked up and i saw the moon, Seemed the same but it featured you... I looked up and i saw my place (or pleas) I dont care that i felt no hate!!! Where do I put the love? Where do I put the love?

    I just had to put this up, those lyrics were frustrating me. But yeah cool song, also got me hooked.

    Gnardson July 23, 2005   Link

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