Paroles de Ginger
Certain kinds of nights,Find me swimming alone,
Inside my bed.
Certain kinds of songs,
leave me without a sound,
without a trace.
Now I know,
Something ain't right,
Inside of her.
Certain kinds of sounds,
Find me slippin' away,
Drifting away.
Certain kinds of light,
Find me falling into,
Her summer dress.
Now I know,
Something ain't right,
Inside of her.
It's not out of respect,
The door is closed but the walls still haunt me. Inside of her.
Now I know,
Something ain't right,
Inside of her.
Certain kinds of sounds,
Find me slippin' away,
Drifting away.
Certain kinds of light,
Find me falling into,
Her summer dress.
Now I know,
Something ain't right,
Inside of her.
It's not out of respect,
The door is closed but the walls still haunt me. Inside of her.
SMITH, JOE/ROCHE, JAKE/GOODALE, NICK/COSBY, MATT/RYAN, KERRY
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