So Let Us, Concentrate, On All Those Things, You Love To Hate.
It makes this, all worth a wait but, causes us to, seperate
And I dont know how I should feel
these lights make it all seem real
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With dry eyes, and steady hands, I tried so hard, to understand
Why you left us, all alone, Three broken hearts with a, broken home
And I Dont know, how I should feel, these lights make it, all seem real
[Go back to chorus]...
Can you feel this or wear it on your wrist
its everything u wanted the mark you always missed...
