paroles de chanson press f - Acoustic, Live - Azahriah

I follow you no matter where you go
I guess you already just sold your soul
I look it right in the the eye and I see that
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lonely boy
He has nowhere to go
He's saying "Darling, hold me close
'Cause I don't wanna let you go"
Breaking windows, closin' doors
And that's how I got parano-no-no-no-no-no-noid
"But I'm alright, bye, bye on a night, Sundays on fire
I never was enough for my love 'cause I'm a liar
But-but-but-buprr-but trust me, baby, 'cause I can lift you higher"
And that's the tale of two early Sunday liar, ooh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh

Die from my own, I'm not a liar