I'M STARING AT THE GROUND
I'M BLOODLESS,
THROWN AWAY
FROM THE SUN
WHAT'S LOST CANNOT BE FOUND
I CAN'T RETURN YOUR TEARS
IF I EVER LIVE TO BE A THOUSAND YEARS
I'M STARING AT THE GROUND
I NEVER WISHED YOU A BROKEN HEART
COINCIDENCE PUT YOU DOWN
HE WON'T WITHDRAW THOSE TEARS
IF YOU EVER LIVED TO BE A THOUSAND YEARS
WHAT DO I HAVE TO SAY TO MAKE YOU STAY?
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU HAPPY?
I'M STARING AT THE GROUND
I WISH I COULD BRING THE SPRING TO YOUR DOOR
TO THE COLDEST SIDE OF TOWN
I CARRY YOUR WOUNDED DREAMS
LIKE THE DEVIL'S DEEDS
IN THE POCKET OF MY JEANS
WHAT DO I HAVE TO SAY TO MAKE YOU STAY?
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU HAPPY
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