Answer
|
You
|
said
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I’m
|
holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
You
|
said
|
I
|
wear
|
it
|
like
|
a
|
crown
|
It’s
|
gonna
|
drag
|
me
|
down
|
I’m
|
holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
You
|
be
|
starin’
|
at
|
the
|
sky
|
The
|
birds
|
just
|
passin’
|
by,
|
love
|
The
|
wind,
|
it
|
held
|
us
|
up,
|
but
|
We
|
knew
|
that
|
all
|
would
|
change
|
Creates
|
the
|
strangest
|
feelin’
|
Just
|
slowly
|
|
Answer
|
waitin’
|
for
|
the
|
end
|
I
|
still
|
have
|
dreams
|
about
|
it
|
The
|
moments
|
as
|
they
|
came
|
The
|
moments
|
never
|
shown
|
to
|
us
|
Because
|
we
|
faded
|
into
|
darkness
|
I
|
could
|
still
|
hear
|
a
|
silence
|
I
|
could
|
still
|
hear
|
a
|
clock
|
that’s
|
tickin’
|
You
|
said
|
I‘m
|
holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
You
|
said
|
I
|
wear
|
it
|
like
|
a
|
crown
|
|
Answer
|
It’s
|
gonna
|
drag
|
me
|
down
|
I’m
|
holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
You
|
should
|
be
|
starin’
|
at
|
the
|
sky
|
The
|
birds
|
just
|
passin’
|
by,
|
love
|
Holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
The
|
nights,
|
they
|
change
|
in
|
seasons
|
Become
|
the
|
strangest
|
days
|
I
|
called
|
you
|
twice,
|
but
|
then
|
regretted
|
it
|
And
|
changed
|
my
|
number
|
The
|
questions
|
that
|
I’d
|
ask
|
you
|
|
Answer
|
“Where
|
did
|
it
|
all
|
go
|
wrong?”
|
There’s
|
endless
|
versions
|
of
|
the
|
thing
|
That
|
keeps
|
me
|
driftin’
|
back
|
to
|
darkness
|
I
|
could
|
still
|
hear
|
your
|
silence
|
I
|
could
|
still
|
hear
|
a
|
clock
|
that’s
|
tickin’
|
You
|
said
|
I’m
|
holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
You
|
said
|
I
|
wear
|
it
|
like
|
a
|
crown
|
It’s
|
gonna
|
drag
|
me
|
down
|
I’m
|
|
Answer
|
holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
You
|
should
|
be
|
starin’
|
at
|
the
|
sky
|
The
|
birds
|
just
|
passin’
|
by,
|
love
|
You
|
know
|
the
|
party’s
|
over
|
When
|
you’re
|
standin’
|
in
|
an
|
empty
|
space
|
alone
|
And
|
time
|
can
|
always
|
heal
|
you
|
If
|
you
|
let
|
it
|
make
|
its
|
way
|
into
|
your
|
bones
|
Nothing’s
|
ever
|
easy
|
To
|
be
|
honest,
|
I’m
|
not
|
|
Answer
|
easy
|
on
|
myself
|
The
|
second
|
that
|
I
|
see
|
you
|
The
|
space
|
between
|
us
|
just
|
comes
|
floodin’
|
back
|
You
|
said
|
I’m
|
holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
You
|
said
|
I
|
wear
|
it
|
like
|
a
|
crown
|
It’s
|
gonna
|
drag
|
me
|
down
|
I’m
|
holdin’
|
onto
|
heartache
|
You
|
should
|
be
|
starin’
|
at
|
the
|
sky
|
The
|
birds
|
just
|
passin’
|
by,
|
love
|
|