After all the nights we spent alone
In the same bedroom
After all the lies roll off your tongue
And you stop pretending
That you and
I belong together now
This love's not worth mending
You and
I could never work it out this time Tonight,
I'm over you Tonight,
I'll see this through I'll cut the ties on our romance and You crossed the line
I gave you too many chances Tonight,
I'm over you Cut me down over the phone again Keep me defending
Laugh it off and try to make amends I'll stop pretending That this is just another passing phase There's no happy ending There's no use convincing me to stay this time You and all our so-called memories They don't mean much They don't mean anything
Composição: Dave Place / Phone Calls From Home / Zack Gowan.
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