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| then out of nowhere, you put me right back there... |
Staring at the dark again, you left your silhouette upon my pillow
Right inside the night, I'm waiting for the light
Seems like I'm in the middle
Workin' for something that I can't touch
And sometimes can't even believe in
Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that
Sometimes wraps around too tight - so tight
They call me free but I call me a fool
They call me free but I call me a fool
Well I look back at April, but she won't look back at me
So I pray in May for June to stay, but she just came
To wash into the sea - away
They call me free but I call me a fool
Slipped down to Mexico, started messin' with her yellow afro
Slipped down behind the sheets, started talkin bout Pistol Pete
Slipped down to the Africa, started talkin bout what she can do
Well here we are again, back where we started
Slipped down to the dark again
You left your silhouette on my pillow
Well I'm right inside the night, I'm waitin for the light
Seems like I'm in the, seems like I'm always in the middle
They call me free but I call me a fool
why does it always hurt when they leave? |
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spanish is a dying language nichole...you best start learning Chinese >:|
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