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If you could see these tears I'm cryin
Touch these hands that can't stop shakin
Hear my heart that's barely beatin'
You would see a different man
But baby here I am
Bangin on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised
And I'm crawlin back to you
Beggin for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was runnin from the truth
Now I'm crawlin back to you
Bangin on your front door
My pride spilled on the floor
I was runnin from the truth
Now I'm crawlin' back to you
inget är detsamma utan dig , och nu hade jag behövt dig .
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