Counterclaims from Fantasy File by Work Drugs

We were young fighting so hard to keep it
Didn’t care about the doubts in their eyes
Somewhere inbetween we got lost in that dream
Maybe some stars they burn to bright

Was it real i don’t know
But the feeling never faded

Hearts can’t disguise
How its one need in the night that gets us high
Too late to offer up the impossible
Give yourself away to make it through
We’ve got nothing to prove

They say time has a way of revealing
In the end we didnt know who to blame
I can still hear that voice, it was nobody’s choice
We drag the past out to counterclaim
We were one in the same
Always looking to getaway

Hearts can’t disguise
How its one need in the night that gets us high
Too late to offer up the impossible
Give yourself away to make it through
We’ve got nothing to prove

In the distance somewhere
Straight into that night
Whatever keeps you running
Whatever gets you right

In the distance somewhere
Straight into that night
Whatever keeps you running
One day you’ll get it right
One day you’ll get it right
One day you’ll get it right

Your still damn good
One day you’ll get it right
Your still damn good and no one has gotten to you yet
Your still damn good and no one has gotten to you yet

Your still damn good and no one has gotten to you yet
Your still damn good and no one has gotten to you yet

Your still damn good and no one has gotten to you yet

Your still damn good and no one has gotten to you yet

One day you’ll get it right

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