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You said that we would always be Without you I feel lost at sea Through the darkness you'd hide with me Like the wind we'd be wild and free You Said you'd follow me anywhere But your eyes Tell me you won't be there I got to learn how to love without you I got to carry my cross without you Stuck in the middle and I'm just about to Figure it out without you And I'm done sitting home without you Fuck, I'm going out without you I'm going to tear this city down without you I'm going Bonnie and Clyde without you Now I'm running away, my dear From myself and the truth I fear My heart is beating, I can't see clear How I'm wishing that you were here You Said you'd follow me anywhere But your eyes Tell me you won't be there I got to learn how to love without you I got to carry my cross without you Stuck in the middle and I'm just about to Figure it out without you And I'm done sitting home without you Fuck, I'm going out without you I'm going to tear this city down without you I'm going Bonnie and Clyde without you
