Bells were chiming, chiming You are not really so charming, charming You just happen to have a nice face Crows were cowing, cowing But I don't want just your body, body Coz it all leads to certain disgrace If the hand that you hold isn't moving And your man leaves but scent in your bed You just have to believe that it's over You just have to believe that it's dead And you go on your own way instead Walls were falling, falling But I never heard you calling, calling Coz when you call you crawl down on your face If you're walking on eggshells and needles And you're sick of holding your breath You just have to believe that it's over You just have to give it a rest When your pillow is made of sandpaper For his presence is lesser and less Did you know you were one of my heroes? Do you care, you were one of the best.
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