We all have a weakness | |
Some of ours are easy to identify | |
Look me in the eye | |
And ask for forgiveness | |
We'll make a pact | |
To never speak that word again | |
Yes, you are my friend | |
We all have something that digs at us | |
At least we dig each other | |
So when weakness turns my ego up | |
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday | |
If I turn into another dig me up from under | |
What is covering the better part of me, sing this song | |
Remind me that we'll always have each other | |
When everything else is gone, oh | |
We all have a sickness | |
That cleverly attaches and multiplies | |
No matter how we try | |
We all have someone that digs at us | |
At least we dig each other | |
So when sickness turns my ego up | |
I know you'll act as a clever medicine | |
If I turn into another dig me up from under | |
What is covering the better part of me | |
Sing this song (sing this song) | |
Remind me that we'll always have each other | |
When everything else is gone | |
Oh, each other | |
When everything else is gone | |
If I turn into another dig me up from under | |
What is covering the better part of me | |
Sing this song (sing this song) | |
Remind me that we'll always have each other | |
When everything else is gone | |
Oh, each other (sing this song) | |
When everything else is gone | |
Oh, each other | |
When everything else is gone |
quarta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2009
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Damien Rice ~
Cried when she sould and she laughed when she could ~
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