Lyrics

VERSE 1
 
 I've been running round, catching fire flies
 Trying to breathe in but I can't get you off my mind
 We are not the same, I am not that kind of man
 Yet you stand there, and I'm still here
 
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 Cracks, like flowers, in the wall I built between to ke
Written by: Martin Kinberg, Pete Davis, Richard Neale, Viktor Leif Adam Carlsson
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