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Woorden: Hearts Under Fire. Liquid Luck.

My eyes are blurry
And my stomach is sick
Is there no one more deserving?
So I'll make do, I'll make do with him

Just remember
Just remember to breathe

Talk me straight, repair these bones
Open my eyes and take me home
Bring my feet back down to the ground
Say our goodbyes and leave this town

My breathing's heavy
And my movements undefined
There was no one more deserving
So I made do, I made do with him

Just remember
Just remember to breathe

Talk me straight, repair these bones
Open my eyes and take me home
Bring my feet back down to the ground
Say our goodbyes and leave this town