I'll try to be your perfect everything
It's an unspoken heartbreak
A heartbroken handshake
I take with me where I go
Three words on the tip of my tongue
Not to be spoken or sung
Or whispered to anyone
Till I scream 'em at the top of my lungs again
I take with me where I go
Three words on the tip of my tongue
Not to be spoken or sung
Or whispered to anyone
Till I scream 'em at the top of my lungs again
And though the sand may be washed by the sea
And the old will be lost in the new
Well four will not wait for three
For three never waited for two
And though you will not wait for me
I'll wait for you.
And the old will be lost in the new
Well four will not wait for three
For three never waited for two
And though you will not wait for me
I'll wait for you.
:'(
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