Open my book Read my diary Squeeze out Every sick bone that's in me What are you gonna do when I come running It won't come to no confronting, cause I'm whipping out all sense in me, Whipping out all sense What are you gonna say, I stare away, I know I fucked up, that's ok Forgive me, forgive me.... This is the day it all comes down..........ok This is the day it all comes down ok Close my eyes now Strange taste in my mouth Now, fear is long gone Shook my hand, waved goodbye what are you gonna do......etc..... This is the day it all comes down.........ok This is the day it all comes down ok
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