Well no, sir
Now, I don't wanna be the blame
Not anymore
It's your turn, so take a seat
We're settling the final score
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
'Cause you have made it harder just to go on
And why,
Oh, the possibilities
Well I was wrong
Alright let's do this!
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
I drowned out all my sense with the sounds of it's beating
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Taylor York!
I wonder
Now, how am I supposed to feel?
When you're not here
'Cause I burned
Every bridge I ever built
When you were here
I still try
Holding on to silly things
I never learn
Oh, why,
Oh, the possibilities
Well I'm sure you've heard
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
I drowned out all my sense with the sounds of it's beating
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
Now pain, make your way to me, to me
And I'll always be, just so inviting
Well if I ever start to think straight
This heart will start a riot in me
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh, why do we like to hurt so much?
Chicago!
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
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