| God I love how it looks so sweet
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| Do I get another chance to taste it?
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| I’ve been dreaming of broken teeth
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| Cold sweat, vision blurred and faded
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| There’s a ghost standing next to me
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| In the dark I saw my own reflection
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| It was nothing like it used to be
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| False start, losing my direction
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| Fearing the sun would never come to the shadow of who I was
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| Wishing on empty stars to bring me back together
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| I’m in the place where you found me
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| I hid away trying to chase down gold
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| But I became my surroundings, yeah
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| She said «Your disappearing act is getting old»
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| I’m in the place where you found me
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| I hid away trying to chase down gold
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| But I became my surroundings, yeah
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| She said «Your disappearing act is getting old»
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| Running out of my disillusion
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| Running out of my disillusion
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| And I know that I will get back up
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| But does it really matter what we’re saying?
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| Here at the bottom of a plastic cup
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| Where we forget all that we loved and we hated
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| I learned the sun will always rise
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| Here’s to the ones with hazy eyes
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| Swinging from empty stars, falling down together
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| I’m in the place where you found me
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| I hid away trying to chase down gold
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| But I became my surroundings, yeah
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| She said «Your disappearing act is getting old!»
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| I’m in the place where you found me
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| I hid away trying to chase down gold
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| But I became my surroundings, yeah
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| She said «Your disappearing act is getting old»
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| Running out of my disillusion
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| Running out of my disillusion
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| Everybody wants a savior, but there’s no saints to see
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| If you want it just grow ten-feet-tall
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| And take all that you need
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| We are not hollow projections on a blurry T.V. screen
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| I’m not scared to fall, no not at all
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| The sky belongs to me
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| The sky belongs to me
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| (Kat)
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| I’m in the place where you found me
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| I hid away trying to chase down gold
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| But I became my surroundings, yeah
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| She said «Your disappearing act is getting old!»
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| I’m in the place where you found me
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| I hid away trying to chase down gold
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| But I became my surroundings, yeah
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| She said «Your disappearing act is getting old»
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| Running out of of my disillusion
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| Running out of of my disillusion
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| (Guess the disappearing act is getting old)
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| (Guess the disappearing act is getting old)
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| (Guess the disappearing act is getting old)
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| (Guess the disappearing act is getting old) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disappearing Act , by - The Ready Set. Song from the album I Will Be Nothing Without Your Love, in the genre Поп