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I won't resign my love for that old dream
by Claire Heywood
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Look how it hurts, at first I want to show you
Then I want to blur the lines that tell how deep I known you
You without the time, which keeps on going
When you're on the rise, an American showman
I was inclined toward you it seems
I fell on the spire, there's a hole where it used to be
Now I don't desire hardly anything
But I won't resign my love for that old dream
My god it burns, when the memory unmoors
I sang, you poured, we drank and sat up on the floor
I'll be alright if I keep on going
See I want to rise, I'm an American showman
Who was inclined, toward you it seems
I fell on the spire, there's a hole where it used to be
Now sparks from the fire fly through the whole of me
But I won't resign my love for that old dream
You were inclined towards me I seen
It's not your design, just the way things came to be
You could look in my eyes and unravel everything
It's not my design, just the way things came to be
I won't resign my love for that old dream
I won't resign my love for that old dream
I won't resign my love for that old dream
I won't resign my love for that old dream
Look how it hurts, at first I want to show you
Then I want to blur the lines that tell how deep I known you
You without the time, which keeps on going
When you're on the rise, an American showman
I was inclined toward you it seems
I fell on the spire, there's a hole where it used to be
Now I don't desire hardly anything
But I won't resign my love for that old dream
My god it burns, when the memory unmoors
I sang, you poured, we drank and sat up on the floor
I'll be alright if I keep on going
See I want to rise, I'm an American showman
Who was inclined, toward you it seems
I fell on the spire, there's a hole where it used to be
Now sparks from the fire fly through the whole of me
But I won't resign my love for that old dream
You were inclined towards me I seen
It's not your design, just the way things came to be
You could look in my eyes and unravel everything
It's not my design, just the way things came to be
I won't resign my love for that old dream
I won't resign my love for that old dream
I won't resign my love for that old dream
I won't resign my love for that old dream
