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• Artiste: Priya Ragu
• Titre: Deli
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Last night I was drawn to You, you couldn't see I was about to Put down the cigarette, can't bear the cold (I want you to get closer) 1:30, our convos getting deeper Way too deep, I'm falling deeper, mm One, two years summers later Still I cannot figure A mess that won't recover, yeah-yeah Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down You shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Cock back, lick the shot Bullets coming hot Love is ripping pеtals, forget, forget me not Cock back, lick thе shot Bullets coming hot Love is ripping petals, forget, forget me not This night with you, so juvenile We up until the break of dawn I've been thinking you are here but you're still in the past Yet all you do is talk about the past that didn't last Outside the corner deli I love it when the neon light hits your face I'd reach out and touch you if it wasn't for this armrest keeping me in my place Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down You shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down Shot me down, shot me down, shot me down My guard is down, I'm blind, boy I'm not playing around, boy This pulse is acting outta line Why you messing with my mind, boy? You know that I'm shy, boy There's something 'bout your eyes, boy My heart open, your aim's focused, I ain't running Mm, my guard is down, I'm blind, boy I'm not playing around, boy This pulse is acting outta line Why you messing with my mind, boy? You know that I'm shy, boy There's something 'bout your eyes, boy My heart open, your aim's focused, I ain't running Are you running? Cock back, lick the shot Bullets coming hot Love is ripping petals, forget, forget me not