Pretty soon, you will be wanting me to go And I will only be the enemy, you know Pretty soon, you will be needing me to leave But know that you and I will always be naive Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot Maybe you're forgetting all the times we've fought Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought But maybe not Why don't we lay down on the kitchen floor All that we say we had with us before? We find a way to what we're looking for By separating what is mine from yours Pretty soon I'll be the one you hold at bay And then forever I'll be good as gold lamé I know your heart cannot be bought or sold for much Donder maar, consider yourself told in Dutch And we can argue 'til our throats are sore About how far you take a metaphor You always need to see the glass half filled And now it seems to me the half glass spilled Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot Maybe you're forgetting all the times we've fought Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought But maybe Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot Maybe you're forgetting all the times we've fought Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought But maybe not Maybe not Maybe not But maybe not © NETTWERK ONE MUSIC LIMITED; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com