Even

We can see our house from here
Does it mean we're almost there?
Let it be, I've lived the years
I'll remember the loudest
Bringing extra on my street
Yellow dresses on the screen
Just to see what happens next
We don't go to sleep
See y'all in a week
We're even
Still even
So tell me I'm wrong
I think that I'm done believing



Credits
Writer(s): Lucio Van Deusen Westmoreland, Robert Scott James
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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