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These deep breaths repeating
(My heart stops its beating)
And I don’t know why

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A month went by, a month that I
Cant describe, a month I’ve been trying to push aside
And forget in time
And now we’re inches away but
We’re miles apart, so I’ll dream of the day
And how we felt from the start
But dreams don’t come easy these days
And the colors, they fade into gray

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I wont let go of what we had
‘Cause I’m the broken record that keeps on skipping back

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