| No sir
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| Well, I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore
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| It’s your turn
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| So take a seat, we’re settling the final score
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| And why do we like to hurt so much?
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| I can’t decide
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| You have made it harder just to go on
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| And why? |
| All the possibilities
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| Well, I was wrong
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| That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating
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| And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| I wonder
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| How am I supposed to feel when you’re not here?
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| Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here
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| I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn
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| Oh, why?
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| All the possibilities
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| I’m sure you’ve heard
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| That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating
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| And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| Pain, make your way to me, to me
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| And I’ll always be just so inviting
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| If I ever start to think straight
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| This heart will start a riot in me
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| Let’s start, start, hey!
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| Why do we like to hurt so much?
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| Oh, why do we like to hurt so much?
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| That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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| Now, I can’t trust myself with anything but this
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| And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa |