1: Chris could be you, you could be meTwo

winter, we got carriedAway, over on the rooftops, let's get

I waited for youWhat wouldn't I do?And I'm covered,

see the world in black and whiteNo colour or

I look in your directionBut you pay me no

Angel I know is I love you 1:

night, another fightTears, we cried a floodGot all kinds

- hard to speak andFighting with my weak handDriven

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Project mode, I'm ready to dropAlways been on fire but I've

Here, I amAnd beyond the reach of my handsShe's sound asleepAnd

Chris 1: Chris had a kind of

Selena somebody, let somebody 1: Chris had

and i see them nowWars and i see them

1: O (Fly flock of birds, hovering aboveJust

yeah!)Could you, could you come back?Come back together?Put yourself

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

For a second, I was in controlI had it once, I

For a second, I was in controlI had it once, I

morning come bursting the clouds, amenLift off this blindfold,