| I’ll paint you a picture, yeah of a girl in black
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| Staring at me from across the room, and as we dance
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| She’s whispering everything I wanna hear
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| But I’ve felt like this so many times, so what’s one more, dear?
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| Here I am by myself again
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| Sweet soft lips, didn’t notice it
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| You need the rush of what I give
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| But your pretty little heart, it belongs to him
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| If he breaks it, I’m waiting
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| End of the bar in the corner faded
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| But you don’t care, I fear
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| Now I’m sick of waiting up
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| It seems my love isn’t good enough so
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| Take those lips and get them out of my head
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| You’re undressed, his apartment
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| I’m drunk, left with nothing
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| Don’t trust the devil 'cause she’s not who you think she is
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| No, she’s not who you think she is
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| I’m getting sick, sick, sick of it
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| No, she’s not who you think she is
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| I’m getting sick of it, sick of it, ooh
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| You’re twisting it
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| Looks to kill and you’re killing it
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| Pulled me and I’m fixed in it
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| You burn the air and I breathe it in
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| And you fuck with me everyday
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| I know you say, it’s probably better this way
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| I only wish you could stay, wish you could stay
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| I’ve had enough, so
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| I’m sick of waiting up
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| It seems my love isn’t good enough so
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| Take those lips and get them out of my head
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| You’re undressed, his apartment
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| I’m drunk, left with nothing
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| Don’t trust the devil 'cause she’s not who you think she is
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| Take it from me, she’ll lead you in
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| Lips like hell and you’ll burn for it
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| I don’t think girl you can handle it
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| And I’m sick of taking blame in every argument
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| Done with all the bitching and wishing you would never go
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| Sick of taking your hate with me out on the road
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| And if I come back and you’re not there
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| If I come back and you’re not there
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| I’m givin' up, givin' up, givin' up, baby
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| I’m givin' up, givin' up, givin' up
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| Now I’m sick of waiting up
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| It seems my love isn’t good enough so
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| Take those lips and get them out of my head
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| You’re undressed, his apartment
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| I’m drunk, left with nothing
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| Don’t trust the devil cause she’s not who you think she is
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| I’m sick of waiting up
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| I’m not good enough, no
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| You’re undressed, his apartment
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| I’m drunk, left with nothing
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| Don’t trust the devil cause she’s not who you think, no
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| Not who you think she is |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Giving Up , by - Boys of Fall. Song from the album Better Moments, in the genre Иностранный рок