Like an angel that never earned its wings,
Like a small choir that never learned to sing
Like a preacher that never learned to pray.. to god
That's what I am without you
No Matter how we screw this up
Id rather fall then give you up
No Matter what, I will be right here waiting
Like a river that never learned to flow
To an Eden that never learned to grow
Like a soldier that never found his way ..back home
That's what I am without you
What I like about you, what I hate about you, what I like about you
Remember when, I held your hand
We wrote our futures in the sand
No Matter how much that I tear myself apart
The Painted cries, The alibis
Whats left of me not broken
The lies, the hate, we love the game
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