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Senses Fail Slow Dance

Ooh if you pull too hard Then the string will break And if you leave the slack Then the string won't hold So how can we find ourselves? Trapped in our

see if she worth it Gettin' by so perfect Gettin' by so perfect Last year I was mackin' We climbed but you grabbed too DJ play the slow jams Sippin

Flying Blind I alway forget how crazy things are so sometimes it catches me off my guard when they make sense. The line on the road trail the arrow in

hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely. So here's the last call for regrets, a final slow dance through the days that