quarta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2010

little things (8)

The little things you do to me
Are taking me over
I wanna show you
Everything inside of me
Like a nervous heart that
Is crazy beating
My feet are stuck here
Against the pavement
I wanna break free
I wanna make it
Closer to your eyes
Get your attention
Before you pass me by

Back up, back up
Take another chance
Don't you mess up, mess up
I don't wanna lose you
Wake up, wake up
This ain't just a thing that you
Give up, give up
Don't you say that I'd be better off
Better off sitting by myself than wondering
If I'm better off, better off without you boy

Don't just leave me hanging on
Don't just leave me hanging on

And every time you notice me
By holding me closely
And saying sweet things
I don't believe that it could be
Speaking your mind and saying the real thing
My feet have broke free and I am leaving
I'm not gonna stand here feeling lonely but
I don't regret it and I don't think it
Was just a waste of time

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