When you're down and you're out
And you don't think
At twenty years of age
I'm still looking for a dream
A
My heart beats, standing on the edge
But my feet have
I know its been a while
Since we have spoken
I blame
Well I’ve been treated like a valentineThat’s been ripped apart
Got my thoughtsI got my wordsGot this head full of
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