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känner än en gång hur tårarna rullar ner på min kind, jag vet inte hur länge till jag ska orka med de här.. känns som om man håller en fasad uppe för att ingen ska se ens smärta..
So tell me what happens next.
It's out of my hands I guess.
I just don't know what to believe.
Why don't you tell me to believe?
Why did you let me leave?
It's not the way its gotta be.
What's wrong with me?
Why don't you tell me to believe?
Why did you let me leave?
It's not the way this has to be.
But it's just another one of those days
The way you made it all feel so right
The way you fit into my arms tonight.
I'll remember that feeling for the rest of my life.
But it's just another one of those days.
You can't help but be a little upset,
About the things you and I never had.
I had the world but instead i threw it all away.
Now it's just another one of those days.
So tell me what happens next.
It's out of my hands I guess.
I just don't know what to believe.
Why don't you tell me to believe?
Why did you let me leave?
It's not the way its gotta be.
What's wrong with me?
Why don't you tell me to believe?
Why did you let me leave?
It's not the way this has to be.
But it's just another one of those days
The way you made it all feel so right
The way you fit into my arms tonight.
I'll remember that feeling for the rest of my life.
But it's just another one of those days.
You can't help but be a little upset,
About the things you and I never had.
I had the world but instead i threw it all away.
Now it's just another one of those days.
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