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• Artiste: Tender
• Titre: Bottled Up
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Bottled up Won't talk about it Nobody needs to know Nobody needs to know Between me and my mind Believe me, I've tried Nobody needs to know Nobody needs to know Always your own You were stronger than me You wrapped your arms around me But you never understand Feel so alone Standing in a crowded place What I'd give to know their names and how they feel Like a wave crashing over me I watch the scene, nothing holding me You want a piece of money but the best from me Must stay beyond the gas pedal Like the turn to before the break My old thoughts they pull the chain Beyond violence I think what's at stake My own hands won't give or take enough Bottled up Won't talk about it Nobody needs to know Nobody needs to know Between me and my mind Believe me, I've tried Nobody needs to know Nobody needs to know Feel such a waste Better things in an empty case But that, that look you've got on your face Tells me everything I need to know That I hold the door You'll be carrying things to the car, tell me Tell me something you won't get too far Before you come home back to me Like a wave crashing over me I watch the scene, nothing holding me You want a piece of money but the best from me Must stay beyond the gas pedal Like the turn to before the break My old thoughts they pull the chain Beyond violence I think what's at stake My own hands won't give or take enough Bottled up Won't talk about it Nobody needs to know Nobody needs to know Between me and my mind Believe me, I've tried Nobody needs to know Nobody needs to know Like a wave crashing over me I watch the scene, nothing holding me You want a piece of money but the best from me Must stay beyond the gas pedal Like the turn to before the break My old thoughts they pull the chain Beyond violence I think what's at stake My own hands won't give or take enough