A tug.
A push.
A pull.
A few exteneded strings...
This is the song my heart sings.
Far off.
Far away.
Hoping you'll be back one day.
This is the strain my heart plays.
A push.
A pull.
Some long streached out strings.
This is the song my heart sings.
" Oh yeah I'll tell you something, I think you'll understand. When I say that something, I want to hold your hand."
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