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Don’t Cut The Line

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 14.09.2012

Don't cut the line
Don't cut the line
Don't cut the line
I say, don't cut the line, yeah.

One more day goes by
One more empty day alone
If I only knew
What can I do to make you see

What can I do? Yeah
What can I do do? Yeah
What can I do? Yeah
What can I do?Yeah
What can I do do Yeah
What can I do? Yeah
What can I do do ? Yeah

Don't cut the line
Don't cut the line
Don't cut the line
I say, don't cut the line, yeah.
Don't cut the line
I say, don't cut the line, yeah
Don't cut the line
Don't cut the line

It's so hard for me
Hard for me to know your mind
Don't put down the phone -
What can I do to bring you home

What can I do? Yeah...

Don't cut the line
There is love in the air
In this town
Don't cut the line
You can feel how my heart beats for two

Don't cut the line
Don't cut the line
Don't cut the line
I say, don't cut the line, yeah.
Don't cut the line
I say, don't cut the line, yeah.
Don't cut the line
Don't cut the line


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