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Incredible

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 13.06.2012

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Yeah, yeah

I don't wanna take your shine
So it's okay if you
Wanna take mine
Take it from me, baby

Extract the soul from human kind
What a shame
Down the line
Nothing left to lie

So many days I might have wasted
Staring at the picture fading
Get the camera off my face now
Time is running out, stop pushing me down

Just incredible, you shock me daily
Unforgettable, now get some help
Can I mention you sent me to your hell?
Yeah, ooh, hey, yeah, yeah

Ooh
Worry how we will proceed this
But really, should I care?
Let me know, baby
Ooh, ooh, yeah

And I can feel your eyes are shifting
Tryna push me left and right
Make up your mind
Can't you see the light?

So many days I might have wasted

Staring at the picture fading
Get the camera off my face now
Time is running out, stop pushing me down

Just incredible, you shock me daily
Unforgettable, now get some help
Can I mention you sent me to your hell?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now

You're incredible, you shock me daily
Unforgettable, now get some help
Can I mention you sent me to your hell
Yeah, yeah

Break it down, yeah
Ooh, woo, woo, woo
Too many days I might have wasted
Staring at the picture fading
Now get the camera off my, my face now
Time is running out, stop pushing me down

You're incredible, baby
Hey, yes, you are, baby, baby
You're just, you're just ridiculous
I'm telling you now, telling you now
Baby, baby, yes, you are

Yeah, now
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah


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