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TAKING BACK SUNDAY Miscellaneous The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva It's not that i don't trust you i just know what you've been up to and this dial tone is agreeing with everything i've had in mind. and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag. so as his eyes move down past your shoulders and the shades start moving in the same direction don't worry, i won't say a thing. you can't blame a girl for sticking to what she knows. i hope he takes his time and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and i hope that when he leaves, you still smell him on your sheets because i can, i can. i hope he takes his time and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and i hope that when he leaves, you still smell him on your sheets because i can, i can. if i could get to sleep then, i guess you could stop pretending. because if i didnt think you loved him well then i would lay alone and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag. i hope he takes his time and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and i hope that when he leaves, you still smell him on your sheets because i can, i can. i hope he takes his time and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and i hope that when he leaves, you still smell him on your sheets because i can, i can. you're down for selling me out while i play dumb, but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you, you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet. you're down for selling me out while i play dumb, but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you, you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet. you're down for selling me out while i play dumb, but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you, you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet. forget your legs around my hips. forget your hands pressed on my back. forget all the letters that i kept. this is another i won't send. forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs. forget our one last kiss goodbye. forget me staking out your house. forget ive got you figured out. forget your legs around my hips. forget your hands pressed on my back. forget all the letters that i kept. this is another i won't send |
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