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New York living Finally slipping Into my wishes Blew out a candle I looked at our pictures Forgetting the whispers You told me I'm lying, I didn't I hold on to them It doesn't get old It doesn't get old I do as I'm told I'll never be Traced my fingers Around your figure Tried to be perfect Is it worth it To love and have lost? You can just cross Out my name I'm hoping you don't So I'll leave the door open Make a pinky promise That I would come back If you asked Letras de canciones So, leave the door open Make a pinky promise That I would forgive you Just say that you're sorry And I'll hold onto you It doesn't get old It doesn't get old I do as I'm told I'll never be grown From Letras Mania