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Were hollywood stopping as the same old song comes on your stereo
And I dont feel a thing, except your hand in mine
Its all or none, cause I am one who dont believe in half hearted attempts
Im taking this one serious, its serious
Its the sound of a hand across your face, singin like
Its a sad place but where do I fit in, singin like
Im through with words, Im gonna start to live this out for you
And I dont feel a thing, except your hand in mine
And its all been, and we had fun but the time has come to state our best defense
Im taking this one serious
Its the sound of a hand across your face, singin like
Its a sad place but where do I fit in, singin like
Its a car of backseat drivers, where do I fit in, singin like
Its a car of backseat drivers, afraid to take the wheel
Either one of us takes the wheel, or all of us take the fall
Its the sound of a hand across your face, singin like
Its a sad place but where do I begin, singin like