No sir, well I donít wanna be the blame, not anymore.
Itís your turn, so take a seat weíre settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

I canít decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities, well I was wrong

Thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when youíre not here.
ĎCause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try, holding onto silly things, I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities Iím sure youíve heard.

Thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Pain make your way to me, to me.
And Iíll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Letís start, start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?

Thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
Thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Now I canít trust myself with anything but this,
And thatís what you get when you let your heart win, whoa

 

 

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