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(verse 1)
my eyes are having trouble adjusting to you
it's changing the way you smile
my ears on guard, catch your voice out of tune
i detect a new dialect
my nose senses scents, not the same old perfume
you smell so sweet
(chorus)
my shoes don't fit me anymore
no no no
my jackets getting a little old
oh oh oh
i have to find a way
i have to find a way to hold on
it's priority number one
i know
(verse 2)
my tongue can't taste yours, it fears being bruised
you're talking like i've got a problem
my hands are so cold, they shake from the truth
there's plenty of hands to hold
my heart can't believe, though there's plenty of proof
there's no more me and you
(guitar solo thingy)
(bridge)
put my feet on the ground
bring me back down to earth
i've been stuck on a cloud
and burned my hand on a shooting star...
(chorus)
my shoes don't fit me anymore
no no no
my jackets getting a little old
oh oh oh
i have to find a way
i have to find a way to hold on
it's priority number one
we know
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- by PoisonFelon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/05/2010 |
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- Title: Hand on a Shooting Star
- Artist: PoisonFelon
- Description: :]
- Date: 09/05/2010
- Tags: burned hand shooting
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