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so here, it's your last chance to apologize for all the things I've done wrong and all these lonely walks I walked alone and all these terrifying nights I spent alone and you know that... if I had it all, every breath of your whispers good night, I would trade it all for the wind to sting our blood shot eyes and sweep us off our tired feet and spins us around so you can see if we're just walking circles Letras de cancionesit gets cold on the shore and I'm not sure it gets much better where we are going so buckle up, lock your door, because here on out i'm driving and I've got the radio tuned to the last station you cried to well, baby, it gets warm tonight that's when you say we'll bury the hatchet now well, there's a soft spot in my spine you say we'll bury the hatchet now well, there's a soft spot in your spine with your first through these walks and your bones through flesh take a look at the mess we made if I had it all, every breath of your whispers good night, I would trade it all for the wind to sting our blood shot eyes and sweep us off our tired feet and spins us around so you can see if we're just walking circles you say we'll bury the hatchet now well theres a soft spot in my spine you say we'll bury the hatchet now well theres a soft spot in your spine From Letras Mania