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I must admit that I
Been feeling so alone
It's what I am
It's what I’ve been, what I’ve become

Don't push it we both know
I'm falling every time
You look at me
Like you did
When you were mine

Was looking for a place to hide away
Instead I lost the heart I gave away
Tell me how could love stand a chance again...