segunda-feira, 6 de abril de 2009

But I don't know what I want,no I don't know what I want.

You got it, you got it, some kind of magic. Hypnotic, you're leaving me breathless. Say "hate this".
You're not the one I believe in. With God as my witness.
You're pushing and pulling me down to you.

Keep pushing and pulling me down,
But I know in my heart it's not you.

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