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dimanche 22 mars 2009
I got a lot to say to you. Yeah, I got a lot to say. I noticed your eyes are always glued to me. Keeping them here and it makes no sense at all. They taped over your mouth. Scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies. They taped over your mouth. Scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies.
Crush...Crush...Crush...Crush, crush.
Two, three, four!
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. Just the one-two of us, who's counting on. That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this
If you want to play it like a game. Well, come on, come on, let's play. Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending. Than have to forget you for one whole minute...
They taped over your mouth. Scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies. They taped over your mouth. Scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies.
Crush...Crush...Crush...Crush, crush.
Two, three, four!
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. Just the one-two of us, who's counting on. That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this now !
Rock and roll, baby...Don't you know that we're all alone now? I need something to sing about
Rock and roll, HEY !...Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? I need something to sing about
Rock and roll, HEY !...Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? Give me something to sing about
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. Just the one-two of us, who's counting on. That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than... no, oh
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. Just the one-two of us, who's counting on. That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this...
Ohoh ohoh ohoh
Oooh...
Libellés : Par-amore
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