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I've got something up my sleeve that I don't want to show you
Cuz every time I bleed I make a fool of me
I've got shaky little fingers that hold on to your grip
You've got wrapped around my world
So tight that I can't breathe
I'm suffocating
We come crashing down
Every time we go this far again
We come tumbling down
Every time we go this far again
Every time we go
I got nothing that I hide except for what's inside
I keep it all locked up in this prison we call love
I'm suffocating
We come crashing down
Every time we go this far again
We come tumbling down
Every time we go this far again
Every time we go
Every time we go
Every time we go
Every time we go
Every time we go
We come crashing down
Every time we go this far again
We come tumbling down
Every time we go this far again
We come crashing down
We come tumbling down
We come crashing down
Every time we go this far again
Every time we go
Every time we go
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