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Your palms are getting wet But it's not over yet You either leave or go through with it Her hair is down today I like it better that way She knows I care but she doesn't care The words fall into place I hope she falls on her face Who the fuck is he? He is not me The sweatshirt in room 109 your bundled up You need some time alone. All alone. I wrote a chorus and that's your reward for breaking my heart in to days I don't know what to say But my heart is beating for you, Natalie From Letras Mania