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• Artiste: A Novel Form
• Titre: Wisdom Teeth
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If you could choose Would you go back on what we added up to Or is it all a lie You told yourself all this time Cause every time we talk I just end up on the bathroom floor And I'll be standing still until you call or show up at my front door Oh boy, you know you're stuck you got yourself caught up I'm love sick, it feels like you're still 6 hours away I guess there's something about the way it feels when I get played Cause it keeps me coming back, running right back for more There must something about the way everything that you say always ends up fake Cause it keeps me coming back, running right back for more I think that it's about time That I let this go Now maybe I can get sleep As long as I don't think About every time we kissed it felt like I was on top of the whole world Now I'm lucky if you even pick up the phone Oh boy, you know you're stuck you got yourself caught up Now I bet you're school this new boy with your same old tricks I guess there's something about the way it feels when I get played Cause it keeps me coming back, running right back for more There must something about the way everything that you say always ends up fake Cause it keeps me coming back, running right back for more “I've always believed in things I shouldn't And looked past the things I should've started. I just wonder what you tell yourself everyday When you push me out of your head I want so badly to make things the way they used to be Not because of you but because I'm too weak to go through this on my own.” (Thanks to Breann for these lyrics)