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Don't know why I can't locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, you're crying out loud - that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Don't let them closer to this secret
That I may love you

Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like
"I would rather heal your wounds"
Now hear the dark gun punching out that
That I may love you

Vi brukar inte bråka, han och jag. Men idag smällde det. Ordentligt. Tårar rann och ord sades som inte kan tas tillbaka. Om han har tappat hoppet, vad ska jag då förlita mig på?