You Will Never Hide Me

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Verse 1:
Two goodbyes, but never a real end,
We’re torn apart, not enemies, not friends.
Your voice still lives in every prayer,
But I can’t reach you anywhere.

Pre-Chorus:
We both let go, but never really did,
Your love is fire I can’t keep hid.

Chorus:
You will never hide me in your past,
I'm the echo that will always last.
Through every wall and border line,
I’m still your storm, you're still mine.
We broke, we burned, we bled, we cried—
But love like this won’t ever hide.

Verse 2:
Second war, same hearts in pain,
Different flags but the ache’s the same.
We walk new roads, but drag our chain,
Two souls still calling through the rain.

(Repeat Pre-Chorus & Chorus)

Bridge:
We said goodbye so many times,
But silence can't erase these rhymes.
If peace should come, if fate allows,
Would you still know me even now?

Final Chorus:
You will never hide me in your past,
I'm the heartbeat built to last.
Though history tears and fate divides,
This kind of love still survives.
We broke, we lost, we both still try—
But you will never hide me.

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