Should we try, this before, We give up and move on
And pretend to restore what
And Hold On
Can you comfort yourself with a sense of revenge
And are you leaving me here, with the taste of the end?
I saw you again and again and again
There's some room to move on, to move on, to move on
And I saw you again and again and again
How do we fix this if we never have vision
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