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I’ll Just Hold On

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 16.08.2012

I can taste your kiss on my lips
And I'm wrapped around your finger tips
As I watch the moonlight dancing on your skin
Your green eyes and the sweet red wine
Go to my head girl every time
And I get drunk on you
I lose control and then
And here I go again

[Chorus]
I'm falling for you even though I know your only playing with my heart
Tomorrow might be hell
But a night or two of loving you is better than never at all
And I can't help myself
So I'll just hold on
I'll just hold on
I'll just hold on
Until your gone

Girl I know you're a gypsy soul
And I'm just a stop along your road
And you hang around long enough to blow my mind
If I had a star for every scar
You tattooed on my heart
I could fill up the Oklahoma sky
So girl I don't know why

[Chorus]

I'll just hold on
I'll just hold on
I'll just hold on
Till your gone

I look down and my cell phone rings
And I see your name and I know what that means
But I don't care
I'll just hold on
Till your gone

Every time you need to take it home?
Seeing you there just breaks my heart?
I don't care
I'll just hold on
Till your gone

Your green eyes and that sweet red wine
Go to my head girl every time
But I don't care
I'll just hold on
Till your gone


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