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OreoApocalypse

Published: Jan 14, 2016

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Can't break even
Can't break free
Can't escape
It's you
Or me

Can't give up
Can't give in
Can't escape
It's lose
Or win

Can't stop time
Can't make it last
Can't hold on
It's slow
Or fast

Can't explain
Can't understand
Can't hold on
It's chance
Or planned

Can't describe
Or start to feel
What it is
That makes love real

Can't decide
Or let it be
If it's true
That you love me

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