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Never be as satisfied(maybe)
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You were music to me
When I was with you it was always playing
Were you music to me?
Or was it only my own insanity
Was it all a lie?
Every word you spoke
Was it all a lie?
Was it all a fuckin joke to you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
You were music to me
When I was sinking you were right there waiting
Were you music to me?
Cause I wonder what game you've been playing
Was it all a lie?
Every word you spoke
Was it all a lie?
Was it all a fuckin joke to you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
I don't want you back, but you seethe through my veins
I live the remorse, and I knead through the pain
What we had is a loss, and there's no more to gain
Call me a weasel, call me insane
Cross, my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
When I was with you it was always playing
Were you music to me?
Or was it only my own insanity
Was it all a lie?
Every word you spoke
Was it all a lie?
Was it all a fuckin joke to you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
You were music to me
When I was sinking you were right there waiting
Were you music to me?
Cause I wonder what game you've been playing
Was it all a lie?
Every word you spoke
Was it all a lie?
Was it all a fuckin joke to you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
I don't want you back, but you seethe through my veins
I live the remorse, and I knead through the pain
What we had is a loss, and there's no more to gain
Call me a weasel, call me insane
Cross, my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
Cross my heart, and I hope to die,
That i'll never be as satisfied as when, I was with you
Remorse
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