JamBeats
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V A E L O R A - Found The Light
We found the light where we were broke.
We saw our names in parking lots, on flyers blown away,
We laughed at what could crush a heart and let it slip the same.
Your little scar, my tired hands,
Both learned to hold the cold,
Now every cracked and fading thing feels worth its weight in gold.
We saw our names in parking lots, on flyers blown away,
We laughed at what could crush a heart and let it slip the same.
Your little scar, my tired hands,
Both learned to hold the cold,
Now every cracked and fading thing feels worth its weight in gold.