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The Lost Ones


I took a walk outside
You were asleep with your head upon my pillow
I watched the fear leave your eyes
I felt a revolution starting as I tiptoed

And there's a method to my madness
I can't find the words, I don't speak your language
And it's my favourite habit
Lying to myself to forget what happened

'Cause maybe this time it's personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell
That maybe this time it's permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell

Was I so misunderstood?
You covered up my doubts and pushеd away the silence
Thеre was a time we were good
But all your growing insecurities defined us

And there's a method to my madness
I can't find the words, I don't speak your language
And it's my favourite habit
Lying to myself to forget what happened

'Cause maybe this time it's personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell
That maybe this time it's permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell

And
'Cause I don't want forever if forever is gone
And
'Cause somewhere in the middle is not where I belong

Oh, maybe this time it's personal
You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell
That maybe this time it's permanent
Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell

(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it's personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it's personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it's personal)
(Maybe this time)
(Maybe this time it's personal)

Compositores: Ben Taylor, Brian Higgins, Clara McHugh, Florrie, Grace Medford, Keir MacCulloch, Kyle Mackenzie & Owen Parker

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