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Chill

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 26.07.2012

I gotta make a phonecall to my best friends.
I gotta let them know that I'm leaving.
Everything behind me and politely
I don't wanna hurt their feelings, oh no.
I'll need to come back and I wanna explain why I had to leave them sleeping.
The answer's in the air but I really don't care 'cos I couldn't really keep on breathing the smoke.

And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.

You roll like stone girl, you should not stop and I don't wanna step on your feet.
And you do what you do to stay on top. I don't wanna make you feel incomplete.

And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.

At the end of the day I don't know what to say.
At the end of the day I'll be flying away.

And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.
Thought about leaving.

And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.
Thought about leaving.

Now that I'm leaving


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