These waters bleed of the faith insured, and Imchasing bottles, stuck on the shore.
Reading peoples wishes like they were my own.
This catatonic love leaves me breathless sometimes.
Girl I wanna hold on.
I never should have let go of you
And I say Oh Oh, lets keep this thing alive.
Are You satisfied?
As to a question, are we secured?
Cause now Imnot so sure we ever were.
How could you do what you did?
Now dont be shy, choke on every word until we find a reply.
And cold, is what you made it.
Its what you sold.
I bought it last year, its getting old.
How could you do all the things you did?
I should have told you that
Girl I wanna hold on.
I never should have let go of you.
And I said Oh Oh, lets keep this thing alive.
Are You Satisfied?
You make me younger.
I swore my days were numbered.
Cold is what you made it.
Its what you sold.
I bought it last year, its getting old.
How could you do all the things you did?
I should have told you, I wanna hold on.
you are showing me a new point of view.
And I said Oh Oh, lets keep this thing alive.
Are you satisfied? |
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