My mind is a warrior,
My tim, trái tim is a foreigner,
My eyes are the colour of red like a sunset,
I'll never keep it bottled up,
Left to the hands of the coroner,
Be a true tim, trái tim not a follower,
We're not done yet now,
I see it in your movements tonight,
If we should ever do this right,
I'm never gonna let bạn down,
Oh I'll never let bạn down,
Now keep it on the down low
And I'll keep bạn around so I'll know,
That I'll never let bạn down,
I'll never let bạn down.
You're strumming on my tim, trái tim strings like bạn were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
I'll pick your feet up off of the ground and never ever let you...
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