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Sometimes you think about her And I'm okay with that And she gave you everything you ever wanted But I know she hurt you bad Sometimes I think about him And you're okay with that And every now and then I feel like I'm the bad guy But you say you understand And if time's a healer, then we'd better go slow 'Cause all these heavy feelings We can't carry them alone As our beating hearts start to grow And now we're moving in slow motion Carefully picking up the broken pieces It's been hours, hours, hours, hours All this time is ours, ours, ours, ours Hey Sometimes I wanna look back Just to get it off my chest And you don't promise that you'll ever understand it But you try to do your best And if time's a healer, then we'd better go slow 'Cause all these heavy feelings We can't carry them alone As our beating hearts start to grow, oh And now we're moving in slow motion Carefully picking up the broken pieces It's been hours, hours, hours, hours All this time is ours, ours, ours, ours (Ours, ours, ours) (Ours, ours, ours) (Ours, ours, ours) (Ours, ours, ours) (All this time is ours, ours, ours, ours) (Ours, ours, ours) (Ours, ours, ours) And now we're moving in slow motion Carefully picking up the broken pieces It's been hours, hours, hours, hours All this time is ours, ours, ours, ours And now we're moving in slow motion (Moving, moving, moving) And now we're moving in slow motion (Slow motion) And now we're moving in slow motion