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