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tripping onto the floor; looking at my reflection
and you leave me no choice
you know that your the center of my attention
your voice clearly receptive
as it rings on through;
as i follow the chord to your voice
cause im hung up on you.
dont hang up on me;
like the day we met i knew;
dont tell me how to feel;
like you always do.
is this how our story ends?
i dont want to fight.
i know your right;
or a new chapter begins?
