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Letras de Canciones / A / Alicia Keys / Diary of Alicia Keys / |
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Weren't you the one who said that you don't want me anymore,
And how you need your space, and give the keys back to your door?
And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me.
But still you said that love was gone and that I had to leave.
(Now you)
{Talkin' 'bout a family.}
(Now you)
{Sayin' I complete your dream.}
(Now you)
{Sayin' I'm your everything.}
{You're confusing me, what you say to me.}
Don't play with me, don't play with me.
'Cause
(What goes around comes around;
What goes up must come down.)
Now who's cryin,' desirin' to come back to me?
(What goes around comes around;
What goes up must come down.)
Now who's cryin,' desirin' to come back?
I remember when
I was sittin' home alone,
Waitin' for you
'Til three o'clock in the morn.
And when you came home you'd always had some sorry excuse,
And explainin' to me, like I'm was some kind of a fool.
I sacrificed the things I wanted to do things for you.
But when it's time to do for me, you never come through.
(Now you)
{Wanna be a part of me.}
(Now you)
{Have so much to say to me.}
(Now you)
{Wanna make time for me.}
{What you do to me, you're confusin' me.}
Don't play with me, don't play with me.
'Cause
(What goes around comes around;
What goes up must come down.)
Now who's cryin,' desirin' to come back to me?
(What goes around comes around;
What goes up must come down.)
Now who's cryin,' desirin' to come back?
I remember when I was sittin' home alone,
Waitin' for you
'Til three o'clock in the morn,
Night after night, knowin' somethin' goin' on.
Wasn't home before I be goin', goin' gone.
Lord knows it wasn't easy, believe me.
Never thought you'd be the one that would deceive me
And never do what you supposed to do.
No need to hose me, fool, 'cause I'm over you.
'Cause
(What goes around comes around;
What goes up must come down.)
Now who's cryin,' desirin' to come back to me?
(What goes around comes around;
What goes up must come down.)
Gotta stop tryin' to come back to me.
(What goes around comes around;
What goes up must come down.)
It's called karma, baby,
And it goes around.
(What goes around comes around;
What goes up must come down.)
Now who's cryin,' desirin' to come back to me?
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Webs amigas |
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