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The city feels clean this time of night,
just empty streets and me walking on to clear my head.
Another game is no surprise,
I' m a victim more than my head gives what was said.
If this love is not meant to be,
if a heart is not ready to open
if you make it, I won't see... it's broken.
It's a quiet time before the dawn,
and I'm half past making sense of it
was I wrong?
Should I think to give it all,
in a room and not much other seems to last long.
if this love not meant to be,
if a heart is not ready to open
if you make it, I won't see... it's broken.