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Taking Back Sunday Notes from the Past The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva It's not that I don't trust you, Well I just know what you've been up to and while 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 past your shoulders and the shades start movin in the same direction don't worry I, Well I won't say a thing and you can't blame a girl (you can't blame a girl for) for stickin to what she knows (stickin 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 can smell him on your sheets cause 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 can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can If I could get to sleep then I guess you could stop pretendin' cause if I didn't think you loved it, well then I wouldn't play along and you've got your high as a you've got your high as a) kite tricks in the bag (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 can smell him on your sheets cause 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 can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can You're down for sellin' me out, while I play dumb it's cool cause I let you thought I'd never catch you you say "we're only friends, yeah, real good friends" I bet, I bet You're down for sellin me out, while I play dumb it's cool cause I let you thought I'd never catch you you say "we're only friends, yeah, real good friends" I bet, I bet You're down for sellin me out, while I play dumb it's cool cause I let you thought I'd never catch you you say "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 the letters that I kept, this is another I won't send Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs, forget our one last kiss goodnight Forget me staking out your house, That's right, I've got you figured out Forget your legs around my hips, forget your hands pressed on my back forget the letters that I kept, this is another I won't send |
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