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we both want the world,
but we both know that this gets old.
if i could open up my chest and maybe I could find a way to give you just a little piece of my heart.
sometimes I'd rather cut your lips right off your face then kiss them goodnight.
but then sometimes,
you make the room feel perfect
when you try.
because a mouth full of lies will leave a sour taste that cuts just like a knife as it slide down your throat.
you give up the world and fall to your knees to show me that you care
we could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
in her bedroom i am throwing pieces of what i wish i could be knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know. here we go
if i could find your eyes from across the room we have to try not to throw away this happiness if air explodes between us then this is more than just a feeling
today i woke up mising you another day goes by alone
we could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
in her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be knowing that someday in her bedroom bedroom she will know.
not every movie has a happy ending but frame by frame i learn to love you when i see flowers bloom in your footsteps.
i learn to love you i learn to love you frame by frame
we both want the world but we both know that this gets old if i could open up my chest then maybe i could find a way to give you just a little piece of my heart
sometimes i would rather cut your lips right off your face than kiss them goodnight
but then sometimes you can make a room feel perfect when you try because a mouth full of lies will leave a sour taste that cuts just like a knife as it slides down your throat
you give up the world and fall to your knees to show me that you care
we could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
in her bedroom i am throwing pieces of what i wish i could be knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know. here we go
if i could find your eyes from across the room we have to try not to throw away this happiness if air explodes between us then this is more than just a feeling
today i woke up mising you another day goes by alone
we could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
not every movie has a happy ending but frame by frame i learn to love you when i see flowers bloom in your footsteps.
i learn to love you i learn to love you frame by frame
..:: In Her Bedroom ::.. Story Of the Year ..::
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