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• Artiste: Copeland
• Titre: I'm A Sucker For A Kind Word
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I'd be hangin' on their words Like they almost meant a thing And the only lullaby I heard The sirens blaring, singing me to sleep Holding my loved one tight... On the softness of her laugh, I could almost make my bed But the racket of her absence draw in The sirens blaring, ringing in my head Holding nothing tight, holding nothing tight With my eyes so wide And I'll slip out a back door I was looking for a fire escape And I'll be rippin' up the floorboards Just trying to get away From this sleeplessness, sleeplessness, sleeplessness She'd be hangin' on my words Like I almost meant a thing And I'd give anything not to let her down But finally sleep through just one more tonight Holding her so tight, holding her so tight But my eyes are wide And I'll slip out a back door I was looking for a fire escape And I'll be rippin' up the floorboards Just trying to get away From this sleeplessness Sleeplessness, sleeplessness 'Cause my mind just can't stop movin', I think I know why Oooh, I know why It's sad, but I'm a sucker for a kind word And I'll just hurt until I find one I'll just hurt until I find one And I've been tryin' all the windows And I've been runnin' up the staircase In a house without a backdoor... Sleeplessness, sleeplessness, sleeplessness In a house without a backdoor (Sleeplessness) I was lookin' for a fire escape (Sleeplessness) And I'd be rippin' up the floorboards (Sleeplessness) Just tryin' to get away...