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All of my own is here for you, I swear itâs true
Although these consequence, seem to break us into two
Itâs not just a fancy thought
I swear itâs the moment of truth
Itâs not some final sealed for sent
Sent from far out of the blue
Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
The pain is wishing falling down without a ...
Weâre all in a circle, it all comes back to you
Weâre all recycled, but together without use
All of my thoughts are yours to keep
Itâs all for free
They come with my memories
Good or bad, simple and true
Not trying to get out of this cheaply
Filled up with hope,
Or a false sense of security
But that Iâm getting to, oh
Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
The pain is wishing falling down without a ...
Weâre all in a circle, it all comes back to you
Weâre all recycled, but together without use
All of my own is here for you, I swear itâs true
Although these consequence, seem to break us into two.