Cajun Dance Party - The next untouchable

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I can’t believe, I can’t deny, I can’t conceive what’s in your eyes,
Another mistake, another regret, another unwanted cigarette,

And do you really like me? Because one and one and one, makes three,
If you don’t hear me, then why should I hear you?

I can’t walk away,
All I can do is say “better luck next time”

The next untouchable,
Feel her,
Move her,
Believe her,
See her,

And then it comes, I don’t know what to do,
Do I feel it pure, or is that just you?

She said ‘again’, she said ‘again’, she said ‘again’,
she said ‘again’, she said ‘again’, she said ‘again’,
she said ‘again’, she said ‘again’, she said ‘again’,

And do you really like me? Because one and one and one, makes three,
If you don’t hear me, then why should I hear you?

I can’t walk away,
All I can do is say “better luck next time”

The next untouchable,
Feel her,
Move her,
Believe her,
See her,

Forget her.
Forget her.
Forget her.

Inne utwory

  • Time falls
  • Amylase
  • No Joanna
  • The race
  • The hill, the view and the lights
  • Buttercups
  • Fill the cups
  • The firework
  • Colourful life
  • The parachute

    • Losowe utwory

    Friends

    This one right here
    Goes out to everybody
    And it doesn t matter who you are
    Cuz I know that everybody
    Has a friend (friend)

    What defines a friend
    The meaning where does it lie?
    In the mind
    In the money...

    Tomorrow

    Tomorrow just another day
    another way
    to spend my day
    all by my self
    starin at the tv screen
    flipping through my magazine
    everything is unclear
    i need you hear do

    and i wake up
    put on my make up...

    The race

    See when I didn t start
    that was because of my shoes
    yeah the shoes that I wore -
    they would have gave me a bruise
    as i follow my dreams
    realise all my dreams

    See when i didn t start
    that was because of my fear
    i had another idea -
    it almost brought me a tear
    as i...

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    Co z tego, że zostawił groszy parę

    Strawberry wine

    How am I supposed to make it through another day
    What am I supposed to do now that you ve gone away
    Is there anything encouraging you can say to me
    Did you really think my heart was made of stone
    Maybe you never gave it...