If I'm honest, I wasn't devastated
But you could've held my hands through this, baby
Let my mind run underneath warm jets

I run my hands through what's left
But we're getting older, baby
Don’t have much longer, baby
Why am I preaching?
To this choir, to this atheist

Just like mine, versions of these belong to you
(Just like mine, versions of these belong to you)
After a while, they're keeping me close to you
(Just like me)
They long to be close to you

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Written by: Frank Ocean / Buddy Ross / Hal David / Burt Bacharach. Isn't this right? Let us know.
Sent by Gu. Subtitled by Jungmin. Revised by RS. Did you see an error? Send us your revision.

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