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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh how we've been gone wrong lately This disc is scratched, it ain't lovely, baby Trying my best to hear your voice But you left me without a choice My brain can't understand anymore Our hearts can't take no more Wait. Our steps ain't matching Stop. Why we keep on dancing? Keep on dancing on the same beat I am so sick of this old beat I am tired of playing on repeat the same song We kept on saying the same lyrics for damn too long Yes, hit the pause on our love This link between us started to curve I'd rather be on my own than alone together We should have known better, now we're stuck here forever Our song, Can't stop, won't stop, should stop this song This stupid song, The beat still on, but the feelings are gone Our song, Can't stop, won't stop, should stop this song This stupid song No rhythm, no love, but we still carry on Looking at you, why you looking confused? Why do I feel like I am getting used? Used to this mess, used to this pain Used of pretending it ain't all in vain What more can I do? What more can I say? It's better to leave, stop hitting replay Stop singing these verses, there're all ing lies. We're making it worse, our rhyme slowly dyes Better break the note, change the chord This stupid old song hurts like a sword Right through my chest, it never ends I need some bandaids... gimme your hands.
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