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(Kat) (Yeah) God I love how it looks so sweet Do I get another chance to taste it? I've been dreaming of broken teeth Cold sweat, vision blurred and faded There's a ghost standing next to me In the dark I saw my own reflection It was nothing like it used to be False start, losing my direction Fearing the sun would never come to the shadow of who I was Wishing on empty stars to put me back together I'm in the place where you found me I hid away trying to chase down gold But I became my surroundings (yeah) She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!" I'm in the place where you found me I hid away trying to chase down gold But I became my surroundings (yeah) She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!" Running out of my dissolution Running out of my dissolution Letras de canciones And I know that I would get back up But does it really matter what we're saying? Here at the bottom of a plastic cup Where we forget all that we loved and we hated I learned the sun will always rise Heres to the ones with hazy eyes Swinging from empty stars, falling down together I'm in the place where you found me I hid away trying to chase down gold But I became my surroundings (yeah) She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!" I'm in the place where you found me I hid away trying to chase down gold But I became my surroundings (yeah) She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!" Running out of my dissolution Running out of my dissolution Everybody wants a savior, but there's no saints to see If you want it just grow 10 feet tall and take all that you need We are not hollow projections on a blurry T.V. screen I'm not scared to fall, no not at all The sky belongs to me The sky belongs to me (Kat) I'm in the place where you found me I hid away trying to chase down gold But I became my surroundings (yeah) She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!" I'm in the place where you found me I hid away trying to chase down gold But I became my surroundings (yeah) She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!" Running out of of my disillusion Running out of of my disillusion (Guess the disappearing act is getting old) (Guess the disappearing act is getting old) (Guess the disappearing act is getting old) (Guess the disappearing act is getting old) From Letras Mania