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• Artiste: Susanna Macdonald
• Titre: Blue Eyes
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It's your turn to choose the direction which we take. If you leave it up to me I'd only run the other way. I'm wondering just what's happened here - I'm open to you if you want. I'm hoping that I didn't ramble on, make you think I'm not the kind of girl you could settle for. I'm hoping I didn't say too much, but not enough to get you to come back again But I remember how you smiled at me with those blue eyes I remember that it was my name that you were calling out that night I remember how you took my hand in yours and led me home - Don't tell me that I'm wrong, give me something to hope for Maybe I should have shown more sense cause it's really no use trying to seek some recompense For opinions that showed a bitter side. Could you really want me if you knew what I'm hiding? Maybe it was far too much too soon. I'm feeling sick just at the thought of having to see you After broken conversations - did I linger on too long? Did you mean it when you said that you would see me again? Then I remember how you smiled at me with those blue eyes I remember that it was my name that you were calling out that night I remember how you took my hand in yours and led me home - Don't tell me that I'm wrong, give me something to hope for. It wasn't my intention to stay. It was his idea I waited for you. Maybe it's not been long enough for this. Are you really glad that I've got tickets too, or is it just some kind of gallant thing that you like to do? You don't seem the kind to just take what you can. Maybe you're too good for me. I know that you're too good for me. But I remember how you smiled at me with those blue eyes I remember that it was my name that you were calling out that night I remember how you took my hand in yours and led me to your room - Don't tell me that I'm wrong, give me something to hope for. I remember how you laughed when you saw I do have squeaky shoes - that it's not just a clever line to rhyme, I'll be honest with you. I remember how you said that you would see me Sunday, wait for me, But you were not, no, you were not there.