Bola.com, Jakarta - Are we gonna make it
Is this gonna hurt
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Oh, we can try to sedate it
But that never works
I start to imagine a world where we don't collide
It's making me sick but we'll heal and the sun will rise
If you tell me you're leaving
I'll make it easy
It'll be okay
If we can't stop the bleeding
We don't have to fix it
We don't have to stay
I will love you either way, ooh
It'll be be okay
Oh, the future we dreamed of
Is fading to black
Oh, there's nothing more painful
Nothing more painful
I start to imagine a world where we don't collide
And it's making me sick but we'll heal and the sun will rise
If you tell me you're leaving
I'll make it easy
It'll be okay
And if we can't stop the bleeding
We don't have to fix it
We don't have to stay
I will love you either way, whoa...
It might be so sweet
It might be so bitter, oh...
I will love you either way...
Oh, if the future we've dreamed of
Is fading to black
I will love you either way