High Sunn, Cold Hart - It's Not Too Late

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This night without you feels like hell
You’re living through my fingertips
I’m sorry for crying through this whole trip
It’s the thing I hate, every three days
Poppin' off this Caltrain even if I wanna stay
Is it harder to see, that you were next to me (next to me)
I think my liver is blasting
How is this happening to me?
Don’t go, I need someone to hold
Like the snow, falling on me slow (so slow)
Don’t go (don't go), there’s no one I know like you
That helps me make it through (through)