She could be the one
Take a walk, grab my hand
And pull me out the sun
Jaded memories we can't remember
Tell me what's left to ask for
Shield your eyes, drop your head
And run back from the sun
Cross my hands on my chest
And there's nothing left, to know
You wanted my heart and you got it
Take a walk, hold my hand
And pull me out the sun
Dry your eyes, leave the roses at the door
Take a walk hold my hand
and pull me out the sun
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