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Letras de Canciones / S / Sundays / Blind / |
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Picture myself as a thin white child
Back to the day I was born on
They slapped me into line as it crossed my mind
I’ve felt better
I’ve felt worse
This is my life and it’s all very well but never again
As they say we’ve been robbed
And don’t you know that this time
Love, just love yourself like no one else
Love, it’s enough
They can say what they like but they still can’t take that
Distance myself from the things I’d like but
Everyone has something I need
Don’t let me wake up & find
All those others leaving me behind
If you don’t have a clue about life
Then I’m happy to say neither have i
Although I’m not going to shrug my shoulders & suck my thumb
This time
Cos there’s something I deserve
Love, just love yourself like no one else
Love, it’s enough
They can say what they like but they still can’t take that
Picture my house in a postcard town
Picture a bomb in the sky
History at the door who could ask for more?
I’ve felt better
So kill me with love
Just love yourself like no one else
Time’s so scarce where I come from
Let them say what they like cos they still can’t take your love |
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Webs amigas |
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