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| 3:29 | ||||
2. |
| 3:22 | ||||
3. |
| 3:21 | ||||
4. |
| 3:10 | ||||
5. |
| 3:40 | ||||
6. |
| 3:21 | ||||
I don't think he deserves you
I'm gonna come right out and say it Even though I hardly know you at all That's what makes this so hard'Cause I remember he hurt you Told you he didn't have the time To see you or even answer your calls After breaking your heartI know it barely even started but I fully believe You could have been the one for me And I miss what we might have had Honey, I miss what we could have doneI wrote a sad song about it and I'm still pretty bitter But I'm happy if you're happy he won And I still miss you in the night and I want you to know If he leaves you cold in the city, aching for a lover Honey, you can always come homeOh, do you ever stop to think That he did it to you once Oh, he's probably gonna do it again? Or do you defend that he's an angel of virtue?He made a mistake and it cost him what he loved But he knows he's done, he's sorry for it now Well, he's never gonna leave you againWell, maybe you're right but I still believe That you could have been the one for me And I miss what we might of had Honey, I miss what we could have done I wrote a sad song about it and I'm still pretty bitter But I'm happy if you're happy he won And I still miss you in the night and I want you to know If he leaves you cold in the city, aching for a lover Honey, you can always come homeIf he leaves you cold in the city and you're begging for a lover Honey, you can always come home |
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7. |
| 3:05 | ||||
8. |
| 3:33 | ||||
9. |
| 3:36 | ||||
10. |
| 4:14 | ||||
11. |
| 3:55 | ||||
12. |
| 3:37 | ||||
13. |
| 3:34 | ||||
14. |
| 3:31 | ||||
Somewhere, over the rainbow,
way up high, There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are bule, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star and make up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, That's where you'll find me. Somewhere, over the rainbow, bulebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then - oh, why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why oh why can't I? |