You won’t believe it’s true
When I tell you ’bout my feelings
And what you’re supposed to do
When I tell you ’bout my feelings
And what you’re supposed to do
I’m sorry, but I don’t want to go
But baby, I tell ya
My heart is freaking out when I held ya
Even in the best of days
Love will be hard and hearts will be faking
My heart is freaking out when I held ya
Even in the best of days
Love will be hard and hearts will be faking
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