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Hanging Around
I wonder what it's like seeing through your eyes you've offered me to have a try but I was always late the filters that I use give me an excuse I take away what's real I feel it and it blows my fuse I hang around for another round I'm hanging around for another round I'm hanging on to the same old song I hang around for another round until something stops me I wonder what it's like walking by your side to think before I talk and to move at the same speed as you walk I want to have a weight to keep me in your state I'm watching from above I love it but it's not for me ........... |
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| 6:37 |
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My Favourite Game - Cardigans
I don't know what you're looking for You haven't found it baby, thats for sure You rip me up, you spread me all around In the dust of the deed of time And this is no case of lust you see Its not a matter of you versus me Its fine the way you want me on your own But in the end its always me alone I'm losing my favourite game You're losing your mind again I'm losing my baby, losing my favourite game I only know what I've been working for Another you so I could love you more I really thought that I could take you there But my experiment is not getting us anywhere I had a vision I could turn you right A stupid mission in a lethal fight I should have seen it when my hope was new My heart is black and my body is blue And I'm losing my favourite game You're losing your mind again I'm losing my favourite game You're losing your mind again I'm losing my baby, losing my favourite game I'm losing my favourite game (losing my favourite) You're losing your mind again (I try) I try but you're still the same (I try) I'm losing my baby You're losing a saviour and a saint |
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| 4:10 |
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Hanging Around
I wonder what it's like seeing through your eyes you've offered me to have a try but I was always late the filters that I use give me an excuse I take away what's real I feel it and it blows my fuse I hang around for another round I'm hanging around for another round I'm hanging on to the same old song I hang around for another round until something stops me I wonder what it's like walking by your side to think before I talk and to move at the same speed as you walk I want to have a weight to keep me in your state I'm watching from above I love it but it's not for me ........... |
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