Each confession I make Translates to you as an insult. We must rid ourselves of this habit. I once heard you say you'll never love anyone more. Then why am I still fighting you? And it's never felt like this, before. No, we've never fought like this, before. But you, should, know, That I am on your side, I am on your side. Although it may seem useless. I am on your side. Your hands are bearing, worn down to the bone. But you're still holding on me. So I tighten my grip, By god, I won't let you slip. But can you breathe this way? And it's never felt like this, before. No, we've never fought like this, before. And I am on your side, I am on your side. Although it may seem useless. I am on your side. I am on your side. Love was never this frail or so good when it's good. No, it's never felt like this, before. No, it's never felt like this, before. And I am on your side, I am on your side. Although it may seem useless. I am on your side. I am on your side. I am on your side.
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