I hate when you fight, it doesn't feel right.
The house is quiet, the air too tense.
My heart is pounding, I can't seem to rest.
Your in my thoughts, you cover my eyes.
But even when you fight; I know I'll survive.
Because in the end, it all turns out right.
The house is quiet, the air too tense.
My heart is pounding, I can't seem to rest.
Your in my thoughts, you cover my eyes.
But even when you fight; I know I'll survive.
Because in the end, it all turns out right.
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