| You’ll be the one who gets to say that it’s over
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| I’ll be the one who keeps looking over their shoulder
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| Hoping wishing that I get to see you maybe one more time
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| And hoping that I get to be the one right by your side
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| I’ve spent so much time just thinking of you
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| With my bad hand and blindfolded I could easily draw you
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| But we’re forged to be broken, but made to be loved
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| Forced to be open then cast from the world
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| We’re forged to be broken, born to need love
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| Pour salt on open wounds and pull out the rug
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| From under my heart
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| From under my heart
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| From under my heart
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| We’ll be the ones who get gray and get colder
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| One day we’ll pass by, one day when we’re older
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| Hoping wishing that I get to see you maybe one more time
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| And hoping that I get to be the one right by your side
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| But we’re forged to be broken, but made to be loved
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| Forced to be open then cast from the world
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| We’re forged to be broken, born to need love
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| Pour salt on open wounds and pull out the rug
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| From under my heart
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| From under my heart
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| From under my heart
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| Hoping, wishing that I get to be that one right by your side
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| But now the only truth I know is we’re alone until we die |