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Sandra Nasic

Sandra Nasic

Right Lane

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I'm drifting apart with this song and a little reminder
You do what you do and the rest is just lying behind us
A myth and the pain of a girl that you could not follow
For the rest of your life you're the whore and I let you swallow

All I need is the door in front of me
Yes and all you want to be means a shit to me

I got myself back on the right lane
Skip you through the radio
(Oh you don't know, oh you don't know me! )
I got myself back on the right lane
To remind myself what is beautiful
(Oh you don't know, oh you don't know me! )
Oh I feel so alive

You're drifting apart and this is your time-out
I need to feel the beginning and sing with the lights out
A myth and the pain of a girl that you could not follow
You see
All I need is the door in front of me
Yes and all you want to be means a shit to me

I got myself back on the right lane
Skip you through the radio
(Oh you don't know, oh you don't know me! )
I got myself back on the right lane
To remind myself what is beautiful
(Oh you don't know, oh you don't know me! )
Oh I feel so alive

You're like america
Don't want to waiste your time
No love is left to share
I better get out
You're like america
Don't want to waiste your time (oh! )
No love is left to share
I better get out

I do what I do and I don't need you
I do what I do and I don't need you
I do what I do and I don't need you

You would tie if I pull on hanging on you

I got myself back on the right lane
To remind myself what is beautiful
(Oh you don't know, oh you don't know me! )
I got myself back on the right lane
To remind myself what is beautiful
(Oh you don't know, oh you don't know me! )

The way I come again
And take your breath away
(Oh you don't know, oh you don't know me! )
Oh I just feel so alive

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