I guess it"s you to call me now I guess it"s you to let me down I do realise I am to despise And that"ll save my life one more time
I feel it"s you to make me fear I know some paper"s made to tear I mean in my thoughts There"s no golden pots Instead of them there is your mime
Now I"m about to break, you see I am between the god and sea No matter you say For words I will pay But stealing your kiss"s not a crime. |
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