sábado, 16 de febrero de 2013

Sometimes

It's not the way you lead me
by the hand into the bedroom
it's not the way you throw your clothes
upon the bathroom floor


Been thinking about you
i just couldn't wait to see
fling my arms around you
as we fall in ecstacy


Ooh sometimes
the truth is harder than the pain inside yeah
ooh sometimes
it's the broken heart that decides
It's not the way that you caress me
toy with my affection
it's not my sense of emptiness
you fill with your desire


Climb in bed beside me
we can lock the world outside
touch me, satisfy me
warm your body next to mine


Ooh sometimes
the truth is harder than the pain inside yeah
ooh sometimes
it's the broken heart that decides


Ooh sometimes
the truth is harder than the pain inside yeah
ooh sometimes
it's the broken heart that decides


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