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• Artiste: Hurts
• Titre: Wait Up
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It's four in the mornin' We pass by your apartment And there's a candle in the window It's happened again And I don't know where it ends, but It always leaves me hollow The driver asks me which way to go And I'm starin' at my phone In this taxi cab So if you're worried Then I'm sorry I'm coming home, so wait up for me 'Cause I feel shameful Oh, so unholy Unlock the door and wait up for me Wait up for me I pull up on your street Stinking of whiskey Wipe the lipstick from my collar The more I cheat, the more I love The more it eats me all up inside And I wonder why I bother Still got your perfume on my coat And I'm starin' at my phone In this taxi cab If you're worried Then I'm sorry I'm coming home, so wait up for me And I feel shameful Oh, so unholy Unlock the door and wait up for me Wait up for me Wait up for me, baby Wait up for me, darling 'Cause I'm coming home I'm coming home If you're worried Then I'm sorry I'm coming home, so wait up for me (open up your heart and wait) I feel shameful (shameful) So unholy, yeah Unlock the door and wait up for me (wait up, wait up, wait up, wait up) Wait up for me (wait, wait, wait...)