And it was strange to see ya again
And i think we have met before
Sittin in silence
Sippin in the cold champange
And all the time u thought i was drunk
I was juz tryin to remember ur name
Live thru this and we wun look back
Theres one thing i wan to say
Im not sorry i met u
Im not sorry its over
Im not sorry theres nth to say
And theres nth left to burn
I'll set myself on fire
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