Lit Four текст песни, слова песни Four Lit
Lit - Four
She hangs a picture by the phone (x2)
(CHORUS)
Yeah, she doesn't think we're gonna make it
But when I'm home we're sleeping naked
And we pretend that we're in love
She wakes up lonely
She telephones me
To ask me if I'm coming home
She says will you be coming home
(CHORUS)
It was different when we thought
That we wanted the same thing
Well, everything was figured out
And now it doesn't make much sense
Yeah, it's just another thing she can't get
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