Now I lay me down to sleep
I wonder if you're thinking about me
Maybe if I could just have one last chance
Is one last chance just too much to ask?
Seems like all there things are built up
There built up, to be torn right back down
Love, hate... don't tell me it's to late
I asked you not to tell me
Let the hearts fall where they may
Because you'll be feeling the same way, someday
Love, hate...
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