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• Artiste: James Marriott
• Titre: Car Lights
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Why am I here? Could you come instead? I’m ten good miles, out of my depth Some more fake smiles, I’ll just nod my head For one small glimpse of your breath Stained shirts and cigarettes I failed again, tried my best Forget my fears, ignore all my frets Just lay your mind on my chest You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right You sure we’re out of their sight? They’re staring through the car lights I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so... But I’m in your garden again until it’s 4 Convеrsations have started, what could this be? Don’t you bе so startled that I wanted more I could answer your troubles if you let me in I’d be out here for longer but it’s just too cold And with nowhere to hide us, it won’t come true A call for the finish before we get old And you sicken the tone with where you’ve been You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right You sure we’re out of their sight? They’re staring through the car lights I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from well I feel like I’m falling for someone I feel like I’m falling for someone I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from well I feel like I’m falling for someone I feel like I’m falling for someone else You can hold my hand in a crowded place But just hold me close And hope that they don’t see my face Why don’t you come right here? Let’s see how you taste Then just hold me close And hope that they don’t see my face You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so right You sure we’re out of their sight? They’re staring through the car lights I hate what you’re doing I hate that it feels so...