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[beautyinthis]

I don't want to be right
if it means this ends tonight.
And I don't want to listen,
to what you have to say,
if it only leads to you walking away.

Please just string this along,
across an emtpy clothesline,
and let the doubts you have
hang until they dry.

And with the rising of the sun
we'll feel the weight of our mistakes;
golden skin, hand in hand,
a song of hope
just like we planned.

But I can't stay much longer
if your eyes don't change their color,
they've never been grey before
and I'm scared to see
what they will be in the morning.

And fastened to a heart of stone
You won’t let go
You won’t let go 
Carried along the undertow 
We’ll never know
We’ll never know

Unless tomorrow changes.

So please string this along,
across an empty clothesline,
and let the fear you have
hang until it dries.

And, with the rising of the sun,
we’ll feel the weight of our distaste;
golden skin, hand in hand
A day of feat
Just like we planned.