There's fake fighting and yelling
When the world resets once more
After you’ve died again on level two.
Neighbors hear talking and laughing
From our little kitchen at midnight
As smoke alarms scream a shrill chorus.
We're singing aloud and I'm dreaming
About age old lyrics and the words
That I haven’t found the courage to tell you.
I'm holding you and only hoping
That you’ll always choose me
Even if you don’t yet know
That you’re everything to me.
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