i've got something up my sleeve that
i don't want to show you
cause everytime i bleed i make a fool
of me
i've got shaky little fingers, that hold
on to your grip
you've got wrapped around my
world
so tight that i can't breathe
i'm suffocating
we come crashing down
everytime we go this far again
we come tumbling down
everytime we go this far again
everytime we go
i've got nothing that i hide except for
what's inside
i keep it all locked up, in this prison
we call love
i'm suffocating
we come crashing down
everytime we go this far again
we come tumbling down
everytime we go this far again
everytime we go
everytime we go
everytime we go
everytime we go
everytime we go
we come crashing down
everytime we go this far again
we come tumbling down
everytime we go this far again
we come crashing down
we come tumbling down
we come crashing down
everytime we go this far again
everytime we go
everytime we go
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