Mayday,
Mayday,
SOS,
I think we have an emergency.
'Cause I lost all your trust,
When I threw it to the wind,
And let it fly off like dust.
I guess you must hate me now,
I'm trying to make it better,
But I don't know to...
I don't know how to.
We made our plans and set them in stone,
We looked to the future with eyes of gold and,
Burned anything in our way,
The sun meant nothing to us,
It just started our day.
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