I wanted to know, I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore.
The worst is over now, and we can
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