When does it all stop?
I guess it's true what they say about growing up
It's a slow burn at first but then
You look and your friend's getting grey by their eyes and think
How lucky we are to have something
It makes the goodbye so hard
When I'm asleep, all I think of is you
In every dream it's the good part
Breathe in a sharp breath
It pains your heart not to be with the one that you love
You hope they'd understand
You thought of them not yourself even though it felt wrong
Such a sick thing to choose why someone would do harm and think
How lucky we are to have something
It makes the goodbye so hard
When I'm asleep, all I think of is you
In every dream it's the good part
(In every dream it's the good part)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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