baby, don’t
go away
stay with me a while
there’s not much left to say
but at least we could try
look at me when I talk to you
don’t say we’re not torn apart
there’s nothing worse than waking up
to the sound of breaking hearts
maybe it’s for the best
but we can’t see that now
whatever lies ahead
will show us just why
look at me when I talk to you
don’t say we’re not torn apart
there’s nothing worse than waking up
to the sound of breaking hearts
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