i’ve been here before a few times
and i’m quite aware we’re dying
and your hands they shake with goodbyes
and i’ll take you back if you’d have me
so here i am, i’m trying
so here i am, are you ready
and i miss your laugh your smile
i’ll admit i’m wrong if you’d tell me
i’m so sick of fights, i hate them
let’s start this again for real
so here i am, i’m trying
so here i am, are you ready
so here i am, i’m trying
so here i am, are you ready
come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you
always
kiss you, taste you all night…
always
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