It’s a little late darling
To play this game
It’s a little late over
Come sit this pain.
But she knows if she goes
She can never come back again
And I know if she stays
I can never sing my pain to her.
Well I guess she might be the one
but as always I’m on the run
On the run from myself
And anything good that comes my way.
Like a lonesome bird in a broken cage
Like a broken heart in its final stage
I BREAK…

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