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Taking Back Sunday
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The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva
Lyricist:Cooper Shaun , Lazzara Adam Burbank , Nolan John Thomas , O'connell Mark, Reyes Edward
It's not that I don't trust you Well, I just know what you've been up to And while this dial tone is agreein' With everything I've had in mind And you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag
So as his eyes move past your shoulders And the shades start movin' in the Same direction don't worry I Well, I won't say a thing
And you can't blame a girl (You can't blame a girl for) For stickin' to what she knows (Stickin' to what she knows)
I hope he takes his time and I Hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and I hope that when he leaves you still Can smell him on your sheets 'cause I can, I can
I hope he takes his time and I Hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and I hope that when he leaves you still Can smell him on your sheets 'cause I can, I can
If I could get to sleep then I guess, you could stop pretendin' 'Cause if I didn't think you loved it Well, then I wouldn't play along and
You've got your high as a (You've got your high as a) Kite tricks in the bag (Kite tricks in the bag)
I hope he takes his time and I Hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I hope that when he leaves you still Can smell him on your sheets 'cause I can, I can
I hope he takes his time and I Hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and I hope that when he leaves you still Can smell him on your sheets 'cause I can, I can
You're down for sellin' me out while I play dumb It's cool 'cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you You say, 'We're only friends, yeah, real good friends' I bet, I bet
You're down for sellin' me out while I play dumb It's cool 'cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you You say, 'We're only friends, yeah, real good friends' I bet, I bet
You're down for sellin' me out while I play dumb It's cool 'cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you You say, 'We're only friends, yeah, real good friends' I bet, I bet
Forget your legs around my hips Forget your hands pressed on my back Forget the letters that I kept This is another I won't send
Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs Forget our one last kiss goodnight Forget me staking out your house That's right, I've got you figured out
Forget your legs around my hips Forget your hands pressed on my back Forget the letters that I kept This is another I won't send
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