"Soundtrack"
Yellowcard
We seem to have the world
Here in our hands
It's smaller than we thought it was
But now I understand
Some of us survive
Some will get torn
If I lose my confidence
I'll borrow yours
See me now
Hear me out
Look for me tonight
I swear that nothing's
Gonna break our hearts this time
Save me from myself
And be the soundtrack
To these stories that I tell
Take every single year
From then until now
Fables start to change and my head
Reaches through the clouds
When I'm standing trial
I will need you
'Cause every wish we made is finally coming true
See me now
Hear me out
Look for me tonight
I swear that nothing's
Gonna break our hearts this time
Save me from myself
And be the soundtrack
To these stories that I tell
The clocks are counting backwards
Here without you I could drown
You pull me to the surface
Ticking time is running out
But we've got symphonies still
Left inside us
Look for me tonight
I swear that nothing's
Gonna break our hearts this time
Save me from myself
And be the soundtrack
To these stories that I tell
Save me from myself
And be the soundtrack
To these stories that I tell
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