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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “My Better Half”

• When this Sunday comes dont forget to call and analyze all the reasons I've locked up myself so you say it's in her eyes the end is my opinion never justified the means so I'd forgotten how to tell you all the things I'd had to think of since that night can you even recognize that I'm tripping over my own two feet in all the sense that I lost you in all I yearned to be since this is goodbye I'll tell you you're beautiful but I'll still close my eyes had I know I could have kept things the way the had always been inside keep it all locked up inside your heart for tomorrow's goodbye

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