Counted all my mistakes and there’s only one
Standing up on a senarai of the things I’ve done
All the rest of my crimes don’t come close
To the look on your face when I let anda go
So I built anda a house from a broken home
Then I wrote anda a song with the words anda spoke
Yeah, it took me some time but I figured out
How to fix up a hati, tengah-tengah that I let down
Now I’m searching every lonely place
Every corner calling out your name
Trying to find anda but I just don’t know
Where do broken hearts go?
Where do broken hearts go?
Yeah the taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue
It’s at the bahagian, atas of the senarai of...
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