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I will break this If the hands can give me eight more seconds I'll make my own way out You'll make your own way out I will write this over our heads If you can stop this body repeating It will stop your hands from shaking It will stop your body breaking And the lonely lovers on the top floor The highest building in town They'll lay each other down Each more beautiful than the last And I'll push her through glass Then I'll recover and reason I will open sealed locks Then you'll regret on what you lost It's not so real when your awake More times to move means more times to fake This is my head low From Letras Mania