The things we say
When we have it our way
Such craziness to risk it all
Can't blame you
Won't blame you
Just the way that it falls
While it lives to rise
Never to fall again
The promises so naive
Our pain
How it grieves
Please...
Release me
Never need you to tease me
I need to keep my calm-
Or it falls-
And if it falls
It's all gone
Please...
Release me.
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