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Melissa Gordon

Melissa Gordon

When The Lights These Out

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My world still keeps to explote
You are beside me and still does not work
I feel my world starts at night
Today, just thinking out all night
They want to "Boom, Boom" on the track
& Maybe I'm not the girl you think I am
Cause 'I'm gonna too far when you close

It's not too late even if I
You should let me go forever
better
be tied with you and
pushing down stairs

I have no owner, and unless you
when he said that I understood him away
not just for a while, do it for me and go flying
'When The Lights These Out
Because we don’t want to break your same
I don’t think that the world falls
I keep dancing
even that cost me my life, I keep singing
'When The Lights These Out

I think you gets control
WHOAAAA
You think it's the owner of my heart, no!
It's more that I can not mourn for you this good more
I leave this dull world.
And I will ... enter my head crazy
For more I try, you will not go away

It's not too late even if I
You should let me go forever
better
be tied with you and
pushing down stairs

I have no owner, and unless you
when he said that I understood him away
not just for a while, do it for me and go flying
'When The Lights These Out
Because we don’t want to break your same
I don’t think that the world falls
I keep dancing
even that cost me my life, I keep singing
'When The Lights These Out

It's not too late even if I
You should let me go forever
better
be tied with you and
pushing down stairs

I have no owner, and unless you
when he said that I understood him away
not just for a while, do it for me and go flying
'When The Lights These Out
Because we don’t want to break your same
I don’t think that the world falls
I keep dancing
even that cost me my life, I keep singing
'When The Lights These Out

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