You fall around these times Were you made me going down Leave all the days behind That made you run I shall forget the days That you don't me, too I was such a waiste When I cut myself out Now the fall is over, baby You're the same But I'll break your Find them Slow In all these times afraid To find the room That you have to take There is no other way It's for
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