Every time I'm thinking bout the day coming 'round
Well I'll be strong.
Well that's the day that passes into night, it's like I can't hold on.
I can't hold on
I'm uneasy, and I'm weak in the knees
And I'm trying not to breathe.
Not believing, Not believing you're gone.
[And that I was the one to let you..]
I'm staring at the clock but the clock doesn't
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