No more tears, my heart is dry, I don't laugh and I don't cry, I don't think about you all the time...But when I do...I wonder why...You have to go out of my door, and leave just like you did before...
Here I go again
the blame
the guilt
the pain
the hurt
the shame
The founding fathers of our plane...stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day baby, we'll be old...
...
And think of all the stories that we could have told...
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