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| Taylor Swift - White Horse AMA Awards HQ 08 Full |
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Taylor Swift - White Horse AMA Awards HQ
Lyrics David Cook Introduces Taylor Swift
From Her New Album Fearless. In Stores Now
BUY IT Downloads Later
Say your sorry
That face of an angel comes out
Just when you need it to
And I paced back and forth
All this time cause
I honestly believed in you
Holding on the days dragged on
Stupid girl I should have known, I should
have known
That Im not a princess this aint a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
Lead her up the stairwell
This isnt Hollywood this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went let me down
Now its too late for you and your white horse
to come around
Maybe I was naïve got lost in your eyes
I never really had a chance
my mistake, i didn't know how to be in love
you had to fight to have the upper hand
I had so many dreams about you and me
Happy endings well now I know
That Im not a princess this aint a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
lead her up the stairwell
This isnt Hollywood this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went let me down
Now its too late for you and your white horse
to come around
And there you are on your knees
Begging for forgiveness begging for me
Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry
'Cause I'm not your princess this aint a
fairytale
I'm gonna find someone somewhere who might
actually treat me well
This is a big world that was a small town
There in my rearview mirror disappearing now
And its too late for you and your white horse
Its too late for you and your white horse
Catch me now
Oh, Oh,Oh,
Try and catch me now ohh
Its too late
To catch me now
Tags : Taylor Swift White Horse AMA Awards HQ 08 American Music Country |
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Affichage : 170868
Durée : 221 s |
| Tell Me On A Sunday... Andrew Lloyd Webber |
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Andrew Lloyd Webber ``Tell Me On A
Sunday´´
Tell Me On A Sunday
Song Version by: Marti Webb
Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's
apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend that day
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please
I don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please
Tags : andrew lloyd webber tell me on a sunday musical theater play marti webb |
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Affichage : 100020
Durée : 222 s |
| Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning |
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Sunday Morning
by Maroon 5
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments
unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road
Get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth we sway
Like branches in a storm
Change of weather
Still together when it ends
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling
And I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it will bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
You may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Driving slow, yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
There's a flower in your hair
I'm a flower in your hair
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Whoa, yeah
Tags : Sunday Morning Adam Levine |
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Affichage : 5131059
Durée : 269 s |
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