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The Golden Hour
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Berlin
I don't think I have it in me To go back home I can see why you'd want to leave I have a fever dream that started when we were seventeen It's too late now for us to sit down and talk and kiss and build a family And it's not fair for you Or for me
And I am not gone But the situation demanded desperate measures Now we'll grow old Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations I am not gone But the situation demanded desperate measures Now we'll grow old Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations
We missed our time
That night by the dam I told you We deserved a second chance And the last one time on the courtyard You said you didn't have any plans Or at least plans that involved me I could see you had made up your mind
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But someday we'll meet in Berlin And we're gonna slip through the cracks
And I am not gone But the situation demanded desperate measures Now we'll grow old Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations I am not gone But the situation demanded desperate measures
Now we'll grow old Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations We missed our time
And I am not gone But the situation demanded desperate measures Now we'll grow old Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations I am not gone But the situation demanded desperate measures Now we'll grow old Wondering what if's, could've's, declining invitations We missed our time Oh, we still got time
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