We have burned our fingers
Fanatic views on both sides
The atmosphere is tense
Two souls supposed to collide
Sending the wrong message
We push ourselves way too far
Now facing this distance
Reminds how fragile we are
How could we not see this coming?
How could we not see this coming?
How could we not see this coming?
How could we not see this coming?
All by ourselves.
How could we not see this coming?
How could we not see this coming?
How could we not see this coming?
How could we not see this coming?
I'm not looking back.
Artist: Natalie Grant
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