domingo, 22 de enero de 2012



No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling
the final score.
& why do we like to hurt, so much?

I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
& why, all the possibilities 
Well I was wrong
                       That's what you get when you let your heart win
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.

& that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding on to silly things, I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.
That's what you get when you let your heart win
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.

that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Pain make your way to me, to me.

& I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me
,
Let's start, start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.

that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
& that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.



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