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Bullet

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 15.08.2012

I think I should go and leave you alone, yeah.
Stop this game and hang up the phone. And more.
I should go into the night alone and get inside of the cyclone.
It's like I wanted to break my bones to get over you.
'Cause if I stay I'm number two anyway.

(Fire!) Like a bullet you can hurt me, take me, break me.
(Fire!) Like fire you can burn me, convert me. Like a bullet you can hurt
me (2x)

You say there are so many things going on in your life now.
It's so very hard to find time for me.
And you say: Do you believe in the destiny?
This is the way it was meant to be.
I gotta leave to make you see I'm over you.
'Cause if I stay I'm number two anyway.

(Fire!) Like a bullet you can hurt me...

I can't believe it when my friends say:
Take it easy, don't you worry about the rainy days.
(Fire!) Like fire you can burn me, convert me. Like a bullet you can hurt me.

Maybe I'm blind, forever young.
Don't get me wrong, I don't belong here.
Like fire you can burn me.
Like a bullet you can hurt me

(Fire!) Like a bullet you can hurt me...


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