And if I had an aeroplane, I still couldn’t make it on time.

All the times that I’ve cried, keeping all the things I knew inside.

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me, time after time.

There was a time, a storm that blew so pure.

Hold the line; love isn’t always on time.

This will be our year. Took a long time to come.

Won’t you be in Nerdfighterlike with me?

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Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we’ll never find.

Well, sometimes I love you on a Saturday night. Sunday morning, you don’t look right.

I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no.