The Spies - It's All Your Fouls | Текст песни

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It’s all your fault

Cold… so cold… oh lord
At the top of my toes
I don't know
Where to go
So I stay at her door

And hot… so hot… like a shot
What I'm thinking about
Wanna shout It out loud
Wanna make walls of sound
All around all around
Wanna feet off the ground

And every minute I believe that
Everything I did wasn't wrong
And wasn't it wrong to get away
And every single time I called
She used to wait and listen ringtone
Then she`d pick up the phone and then she’d say…

“It's all your fault oh oh
So free my soul from your love
I don't want to know
Your reasons no more
So let me go oh oh…”

So hot like a shot
What I'm thinking about
Wanna scream wanna shout
Wanna make walls of sound
All around all around
Wanna feet off the ground

And every minute I believe that
Everything I do isn't wrong
And isn't it wrong to get away
And now I try to call her
But she listens to that fucking ringtone
I bet she’ll pick up the phone and she will say

“It's all your fault oh oh
So free my soul from your love
I don't want to know
Your reasons no more
So let me go

Please let me go
(I don't want to know your reasons no more)

So let me go
Let me go
I don't want to know
Your reasons no more
So let me go
I don't want to know
Your reasons no more
So let me go oh oh...
Please let me go