You’re coming home
You held me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye and said
Promise me something
I will promise you anything you like
Think of me sometimes, cause I will think of you
You said I will think of you
Well I do, do you?
It was so quiet, you said If I listen close, will I hear the sound of your heart breaking?
Well I do, but do you?
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