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Did It Again

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 05.10.2012

First Floor
Room Sixteen
Smells like danger
Even better
Set your goals
Bless our souls
I'm in trouble
But it feels like heaven

HEY!

You were like one of those guys
The kind with a wandering eye
But I said, "hey what the hell, once in my life I'll take a ride on the wild side"
You were so full of yourself
But damn, were you cute, as well
I packed my bags, I liked your moves
Anyone could tell that it's hard to deny that

Did it again, love
I got it all wrong
But it felt so right
I can't believe it

And all the mistakes
That went on for too long
Wish there was a way
I could delete it

Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Second night in a row
Back in trouble
I don't get it

Gotta keep it down
It's logical
We ignore it (yes, I know)
its getting better

Hey!

When it comes to men it's known
That I end up choosing wrong
'Cause I always trip and fall
The same old rock and repeat and go back

How blind a girl can be
To miss you hide your ring
Thought about everything
I'm so naive imagining and all that

Did it again, love
I got it all wrong
But it felt so right
I can't believe it

And all the mistakes
That went on for too long
Wish there was a way
I could delete it

Eh, eh, eh, eh
Ah, ah, ah, ah

It may seem to you that I am in a place
Where I'm losing the direction of my life
But I'm sure that this is nothing but a phase
"Right back at ya," cause I'll survive...

It may seem to you that I am in a place
Where I'm losing the direction of my life
But I'm sure that this is nothing but a phase
"Right back at ya," cause I'll survive

Did it again, love
I got it all wrong
But it felt so right
I can't believe it

And all the mistakes
That went on for too long
Wish there was a way
I could delete it

Eh, eh, eh, eh
Ah, ah, ah, ah


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