Question

Like a bullet in my chest your written down in edge forever in my mind we are fadeding In your hands lots somewhere in waste land not knowing up from down but when the walls are caving and the word keep turning we got the love no I never let you go give me time we will grow it's not suppose to be easy ​

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Answer:

We are fading in our hands

Lost somewhere in wasteland

Not knowing up from down

But when the walls are caving in

The world keeps turning

We got the love, we got to love

No, I will never let you go

All the walls won’t make me fold