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THE IMPOSSIBLES >> Merchandise Links
THE IMPOSSIBLES
We've come to feel so cold I can't stand waiting Here in your hand I fold To keep from breaking Down turned and wearing thin I put myself in Your shoes have left you broken, blistered, bleeding, and bruised (I thought you loved me) Tonight I'd give you my life Just to die At your side I would give you my life Just to keep receiving that lost feeling Salting open wounds With words you can't help but Here is my last goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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