You cross the room to me,
Put a little bit of paper in my hand, then leave.
As the door goes bang,
Theres a little bit inside me that hopes it is blank.
As the words you wrote are burning,
In my head they keep returning, they said
Hold me tight,
cos I'm losing all the energy to fight.
Yeah, hold me tight,
cos I'm losing all the energy to fight.
I should run
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