Heavens To Betsy
Vanna
Let's run like kids at play and hold our breath
Until our hearts stop beating, hearts stop beating.
Let my last breath be something I hold dear.
Let my last thought, last breath, be something I hold...
God damn!
Something I hold to myself
Kept locked away inside
I tried my best
But is it enough
I tried my best, is it enough
I tried my best
Hold your breath, is it enough?
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