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I’m cursed with saying goodbye at the worst of times But you’re cursed with being too proud to speak your mind So tell me now, did you lose your faith in one Long-winded glance across this state? There’s something that you told me About being here being more than you can take Well it’s everyone’s worst nightmare when they Find themselves awake; I’m finding out Bad news always comes in threes: you, me, the accursed Air I breath; it holds my heart so heavy in my chest The world’s fast, but I move in slow motion Head in the clouds as they cover the ocean I block out the Sun with my fingertips and All in all, you put me up to this From Letras Mania