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Clap Again

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 09.07.2012

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[Verse 1]
I'm like a bird and I aim so high
In my lear looking at the blue sky
Can't let another day pass by
Without doin' what I feel inside
Cause it's embedded in my soul
The day I stop will be the day I turn cold
Let you know I'm breaking outta that hole
And let go

[Chorus]
So I can be free
To do what means most to me
And you can look back one day and know I shared with you my gift
I hope you wouldn't think I'd just leave
Pack up and roll up my sleeve
Give it all up and live for nothing to take with me all I got to give

That's why
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again

[Verse 2]
So if your life is twisted and ain't going right
just forget about it tonight
I just wanna make you happy baby
Dancing and clapping (dancin' and clappin')
Cause we plan to be here till the mornin' light
Can you feel the change in your life and feelin' like magic baby
I'm the one that make it happen baby

[Chorus]
So I can be free
To do what means most to me
And you can look back one day and know I shared with you my gift
I hope you wouldn't think I'd just leave
Pack up and roll up my sleeve
Give it all up and live for nothing to take with me all I got to give

I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again
Clap again
Just clap again
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again
I just want to make you clap again
Just clap again


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