You bet your joys on all tomorrows, for the hope of some returning while everything around you is burning.
Well I’m not leaving you here, I’m not leaving you here. I’m not leaving.
You bet your joys on all tomorrows, for the hope of some returning while everything around you is burning.
Well I’m not leaving you here, I’m not leaving you here. I’m not leaving.
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