No Chance to Bloom Lyrics by Modern Guns
You said it was fate that we crossed our paths
But I wish fate’s just some kind of practical math
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You said it was fate that we crossed our paths
But I wish fate’s just some kind of practical math
You leave me broken
And tear me apart
The conversation inside my head
The serenade from our record player
The air up on the hill
The place that we used to go
Dreading myself
In an endless sorrow