Nhạc sĩ: Sven Kuhlmann
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Stand by.
Almost there.
I hear you talking to me
What you say is killing me
Cause every word you say is like a bullet hitting me
away.
Want you to stay,
want you to stay,
want you to stay.
Give it to your saints and me,
cause every touch of your hand
feels like cold ice freezing me.
Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away.
Sits in.