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I will be honest, I wasn't devastated But you could've held my hand through this, baby In my mind, I didn't need Warned your ex I run my hands through what's left But we're getting older, baby How much longer baby? Why am I preaching? To this choir, to this atheist Just like mine Versions of these belong to you After a while They're keeping me close to you Just like me They long to be Close to you From Letras Mania