Yesterday I lost my closest friend
Yesterday I wanted time to
I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry
But it always
The broken hearts and torn up letters
Girl you just can't
One, two
One, two, three, four
I'm sure I've seen this look
Her eyes are open like a book
Her fingers stroke her
Everybody's screaming, we're only bleeding, oh oh oh
Everybody's screaming, we'r
Bar fight, week night
You don't look right, poor mite, no
Yeah!
So can you feel your heartbeat racing?
Can you feel the
I haven't lost the way I feel
I didn't look away
Take, take, take all my time, all my company
Take everything
When our time is up
When our lives are done
Will we
Can you take this broken boy
And put the pieces back
I hear you screaming
But I know that you don't mean
Where do I begin, with this life we're livin' in
Market
Tonight, I felt stonger
Inside of your ways
It takes a lot
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