الكلمات الأصلية
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Left to come undone
Why keep your composure
Thy to hide it
When no ones looking back at you
Watch them waltz
Into the Sun
The road before us
Crumbles to dust
To go somewhere
No one can find us
Oh, I know
That every time you say
I look the other way my dear
Well who cares
That much anyway
Who cares
About what they say
'cause nothing matters
At the end of the day
In time
When we grow old
We won't care about
Those little things at all
