Track byAcoustic Covers
Well no, sir Now, I don't wanna be the blame Not anymore It's your turn, so take a seat We're settling the final score And why do we like to hurt so much? I can't decide 'Cause you have made it harder just to go on And why, Oh, the possibilities Well I was wrong Alright let's do this! That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! I drowned out all my sense with the sounds of it's beating And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! Ladies and Gentlemen, Taylor York! I wonder Now, how am I supposed to feel? When you're not here 'Cause I burned Every bridge I ever built When you were here I still try Holding on to silly things I never learn Oh, why, Oh, the possibilities Well I'm sure you've heard That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! I drowned out all my sense with the sounds of it's beating And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! Now pain, make your way to me, to me And I'll always be, just so inviting Well if I ever start to think straight This heart will start a riot in me Let's start, start, hey! Why do we like to hurt so much? Oh, why do we like to hurt so much? Chicago! That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa! Now I can't trust myself with anything but this And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!