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Come On Come On

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 27.09.2012

If you like to get in touch with me someday
I know just what you'll say
useless empty words
You close your eyes and try to talk me
through
no matter what you'll do, you know I'll
be just fine

So come on come on
dress me like a queen
confuse me, even steal my inner feelings
come on come on
change the way I've been
just hold me down, abuse my mind forever

you held me down that night so long ago
I knew you sold your soul
to that devils hole
and I was a part of licking tears from you
no matter what you'll do, you know I'll
be just fine

So come on come on
dress me like a queen
confuse me, even steal my inner feelings
come on come on
change the way I've been
just hold me down, abuse my mind forever

come on come on, come on come on, come
on come on,
come on come on
dress me like a queen
confuse me, even steal my inner feelings
come on come on
change the way I've been
just hold me down, abuse my mind forever


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