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You want drink, want to sleep.
Another fight, i close my eyes.
It seems bad, i want to go to this
Place where i lost your love...
Another try, the same words,
A part of me is feeling week
The choice is yours, another lie
Is killing us and our love.
I know i'm crying but i care,
I feel sad, i feel bad.
And after all i know you're there.
Take it away, don't want no more,
I have my own fears behind again.