cities could crumble
galaxies could fall apart
you got me feeling like i'm a songwriter
i'll write you songs of drunken nights and skyline views
but you're the singer
and you refuse to sing our songs to the world
you got me feeling like i'm not damaged goods
the past fades away with time
and gets replaced with a new life
you got me prepared for the worst
youre too good to be true
you are the avalanche
such a beautiful sight
but you can hurt like the sting of the wind on a cold night
you are my avalanche
but I wouldn't change a thing
no I wouldn't change a thing
never change and be true
I just hope I could be your avalanche too.
oh embarrassingly bad
but whatevs
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