You got me like a loaded gun, golden sun and sky so blue...
We both know that we want it, but we both know you left me NO choice
(Chaque fois que tu t'en vas)
You just bring me down
(Je pratends que tout va bien)
So I'm counting my tears 'til I get over you
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We both know we can't change it, but we both know we'll just have to face it
We both know that I'm not over you....I'm not over you....
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