18.19 . tisdag

Don't know every high and every low, but I'm just getting started 
This can't be the meaning of it all. Everthing is just repeating

Maybe there is nothing to believe 
What do we need to sort out 
What if there is nothing here for me 
You let me in just to get out

I feel your arms around me - But not the heat 
Your eyes are pointing at me - But do you see

The bubbles don't burst 
My heart is not taking off 
Love doesn't hurt 
Baby give up all you got


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