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Waiting for an error that would easily become The one to make us happy and be overwhelmed with love It's conversation terror This old tyranny of tears Like not letting me go would change a thing I'd still be here To the sun I can't run But I'm glad we talked... Didn't I say I would Didn't I say I could Didn't I say I would overdose on you Talking about the headlines that would always make you cry Like: who'll be there for the kids when their dad has gone to die? Like: asking what if you will suddenly no more be there? Like answering: I'll marry you and always take care Of the sun We can't run But I'm glad we talked... Didn't I say I would Didn't I say I could Didn't I say I would overdose on you From Letras Mania