Tell me how you´ve been, Tell what you´ve seen, Tell me that you´d like to see me too.
´cause my heart is full of no blood, My cup is full of no love, Couldn´t take another sip even if I wanted.
But it´s not too late, Not too late for love.
My lungs are out of air, Yours are holding smoke, And it´s been like that for so long.
I´ve seen people try to change, And I know it isn´t easy, But nothin´ worth the time ever is.
And it´s not too late, It´s not too late for love, For love, For love, For love.
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