Each confession I make
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Translates to you as an insult.
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We must rid ourselves of this habit.
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I once heard you say you'll never love anyone more.
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Then why am I still fighting you?
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And it's never felt like this, before.
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No, we've never fought like this, before.
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But you, should, know,
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That I am on your side,
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I am on your side.
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Although it may seem useless.
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I am on your side.
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Your hands are bearing, worn down to the bone.
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But you're still holding on me.
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So I tighten my grip,
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By god, I won't let you slip.
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But can you breathe this way?
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And it's never felt like this, before.
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No, we've never fought like this, before.
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And I am on your side,
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I am on your side.
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Although it may seem useless.
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I am on your side.
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I am on your side.
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Love was never this frail or so good when it's good.
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No, it's never felt like this, before.
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No, it's never felt like this, before.
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And I am on your side,
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I am on your side.
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Although it may seem useless.
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I am on your side.
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I am on your side.
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I am on your side.
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I'm On Your Side
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| Maria Mena |
