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• Artiste: Swaine Delgado
• Titre: Friday
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My hands are getting heavy All my thoughts are under the rug Count with me All the holes you put in my love, baby And you won’t, so you don’t Bear with me On the Friday you were gone Next street on the run I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea Sipping cold drinks in the sun No peace on the run I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea These drinks have got me tipsy I can’t quite keep my head above Anything crispy ‘Cause I just can’t handle the crunch, baby And you won’t, so you don’t Bear with me On the Friday you were gone Next street on the run I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea Sipping cold drinks in the sun No peace on the run I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea My mind is acting up again Can I keep it all controlled? Maybe if I count to ten Collect my thoughts and let them go Now nothings the same I will act like I don’t know Since you left that day If you never left On the Friday you were gone Next street on the run I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea Sipping cold drinks in the sun No peace on the run I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea You keep on running back to me Holding on to something Holding on to what we could be If you never left On the Friday you were gone Next street on the run I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea Sipping cold drinks in the sun No peace on the run I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea