Trace a Path
I'm running round in circles
My memories stuck on rewind (wind)
These songs sound more like journals
I hope that you don't mind
I wonder, are you thinking of me
The way that I'm still stuck on you
I wonder if you were beside me
What would you do
Would you trace a path with your finger down my back
I would hold you near hypnotized and filled with fear
Could I give you more than what I could give before
Would it end the same, another round of this old game
Would you trace a path with your finger down my back
I would hold you near hypnotized and filled with fear
Could I give you more than what I could give before
Would it end the same, another round of this old game
I wonder, are you thinking of me
The way that I'm still stuck on you
I wonder if you were beside me
What would you do
Would you trace a path with your finger down my back
I would hold you near hypnotized and filled with fear
Could I give you more than what I could give before
Would it end the same, another round of this old game
Would you trace a path with your finger down my back
I would hold you near hypnotized and filled with fear
Could I give you more than what I could give before
Would it end the same, another round of this old game
My memories stuck on rewind (wind)
These songs sound more like journals
I hope that you don't mind
I wonder, are you thinking of me
The way that I'm still stuck on you
I wonder if you were beside me
What would you do
Would you trace a path with your finger down my back
I would hold you near hypnotized and filled with fear
Could I give you more than what I could give before
Would it end the same, another round of this old game
Would you trace a path with your finger down my back
I would hold you near hypnotized and filled with fear
Could I give you more than what I could give before
Would it end the same, another round of this old game
I wonder, are you thinking of me
The way that I'm still stuck on you
I wonder if you were beside me
What would you do
Would you trace a path with your finger down my back
I would hold you near hypnotized and filled with fear
Could I give you more than what I could give before
Would it end the same, another round of this old game
Would you trace a path with your finger down my back
I would hold you near hypnotized and filled with fear
Could I give you more than what I could give before
Would it end the same, another round of this old game
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Writer(s): Oliver Wingate
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