Our romance was a heartbeat, this heartbeat is a drum.
This drum played out a rhythm, I killed it under my thumb.
My thumb hit the Escape key, I had to get away.
Away is where I'm running, so your love is just another nothing...
Heavy hit the back beat, the hit was to your head.
Your head was hanging low, so low, I thought you might be dead.
Your death was like a gunshot, the gun was my hello.
Hello turned into goodbye, but I couldn't let you go.
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