And if I lost a map, if I lost it all
I fell into the trap, then she goes
When you're tired of racing
And you felt you had never stopped
Come on, baby
Though heavenly regret
Still on me through
Trying to catch a cannonball
And I'm so burning tired
Oh, through [Incomprehensible] it's flowing
From a shipwreck I heard a call
And she said
When you're tired of aiming your arrows
Still you'll never hit the mark, oh
And even if your aims are shadows
Still we're never gonna part, ah
Come on, baby
Don't let it break your heart, oh
Don't let it break your heart, oh
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