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,
Find you never left the start
Come on baby, don't let it break your heart
Those heavenly regrets still on me though
Trying to catch a cannonball
And so burning tired, oooh, through my maze is 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
And even if your aims are shadows,
Still we never gonna part
Come on baby don't let it brake your heart
Don't let it break your heart,
Wooh, don't let it break your heart
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Buckland, Christopher Anthony John Martin, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman
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