I Coujure Up The Thought Of Being Gone
It'a all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair
I'm trying to figure out what else
What else could I say
To make you turn around and come back this way
I feel like we could be really awesome together
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair
I'm trying to figure out what else
What else could I say
To make you turn around and come back this way
I feel like we could be really awesome together
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