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VERSE 1<\/strong><\/p>\n Every conversation feels like a gunfight VERSE 2 It\u2019s not that I\u2019m mad or upset CHORUS<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ll ask: \u201cwho is she?\u201d VERSE 3 How did your initials end up on my neck? VERSE 4 There\u2019s this tightness in my chest CHORUS<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ll ask: \u201cwho is she?\u201d BRIDGE<\/strong><\/p>\n How did we get so unfree You\u2019re burring me, kissing in the rain CHORUS<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ll ask: \u201cwho is she?\u201d [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_4″ _builder_version=”4.19.1″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.6″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”Work Sans||||||||” text_text_color=”#FFFFFF” text_font_size=”18px” link_text_color=”#c5310d” background_layout=”dark” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n SONG LINKS:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u25ba<\/span><\/span> V\u00eddeo on Youtube<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n \u25ba<\/span><\/span> Music on Spotify<\/strong><\/p>\n \u25ba<\/span><\/span> Download Lyrics<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
You keep asking me why do I wanna part?
Well, because my gun targets the sky
But yours aimed at my heart<\/p>\n
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But you keep talking \u2018bout that night, all I remember\u2019s a sunset
You could just move on and smile
But that just wouldn\u2019t be your style<\/p>\n
You\u2019ll say it is me
I\u2019m making things up in my mind
Like we\u2019re some kind of an inescapable paradise
We\u2019re nothing but
A made-up love
Now I\u2019m left with the ruins of your earthquake
We turned into a life what should have been a ten-minute break<\/p>\n
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We were just two strangers on a test
A nervous guy in a corner
And a girl in a backless dress<\/p>\n
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When you say you could just lay here and be done with the rest
You could just shut up and smile
But that just wouldn\u2019t be your style<\/p>\n
You\u2019ll say it is me
I\u2019m making things up in my mind
Like we\u2019re some kind of an inescapable paradise
We\u2019re nothing but
A made-up love
Now I\u2019m left with the ruins of your earthquake
We turned into a life what should have been a ten-minute break<\/p>\n
You\u2019re just a friend I\u2019d call for a late-night tea
Didn\u2019t make this choice,
Waking up to your white shirts and your husky voice<\/p>\n
I\u2019m about to lose the midnight train
You call yourself a breeze, but I feel you like a hurricane<\/p>\n
You\u2019ll say it is me
I\u2019m making things up in my mind
Like we\u2019re some kind of an inescapable paradise
We\u2019re nothing but
A made-up love
Now I\u2019m left with the ruins of your earthquake
We turned into a life what should have been a ten-minute break<\/p>\n