when i'm with you,
i'll make every second count cos' i miss you;
instead of holding you,
i was holding out,
i should've let you in,
but i let you down.
you were the first to give ,
I was the first to ask.
now I'm in second place,
to get a second chance.
i was born to tell you that i love you,
and i am torn to do what i have to;
to make you mine,stay with me tonight.
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