I'm tired of telling the story.
Tired of telling it your way.
Yeh I know what I saw.
I know that I found the floor.
Before you take my heart, reconsider.
Before you take my heart, recondider.
I've opened the door, I've opened the door.
Here comes the summer's son.
He burns my skin.
I ached again I'm over you.
I though I had a dream to hold.
Maybe that has gone.
Your hands reach out and tell me still.
But this feels so wrong.
Before you take my heart, reconsider.
Before you take my heart, recondider.
I've opened the door, I've opened the door.
Here comes the summer's son.
He burns my skin.
I ached again I'm over you.
Here comes the winter's rain.
To cleanse my skin.
I wake again I'm over you.
Before you take my heart, reconsider.
Before you take my heart, recondider.
I've opened the door, I've opened the door.
Here comes the summer's son.
He burns my skin.
I ached again I'm over you.
Here comes the winter's rain.
To cleanse my skin.
I wake again I'm over you.
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