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Letras de Canciones / S / Sophie Ellis-Bextor |
| Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Running Out Of Space |
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I never thought you'd ever let me down,
You're not the sort
But you've got the right to astound.
Staying on the straight and narrow,
Singing like Mia Farrow.
I never thought I'd ever punch you out,
Sundays are wrought with murder and doubt.
Keeping on the straight and narrow,
Singing like me.
It's high time for summer
And for honesty
When you're drunk you will sing "what a waste".
It's the right time of the year
For some novelty,
But I can't stop - I'm running out of space.
I never thought I'd ever let you down
Like going on holiday
It's tense if I don't know what yo do with my day.
Straight and narrow,
Singing like me.
It's high time for summer
And for honesty
When you're drunk you will sing "what a waste".
It's the right time of the year
For some novelty,
But I can't stop - I'm running out of space.
It's high time for summer
And for honesty
When you're drunk you will sing "what a waste".
It's the right time of the year
For some novelty,
But I can't stop - I'm running out of space.
No I can't stop
I'm running out of space.
Out of space.
Out of space.
Out of space. |
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Webs amigas |
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