Texty

I was just standing, turning around That's when they caught me headin' down Keep on going don't look away That's what they tell me, that's what they say Ooooh, Oooh, Ooooh Yeah, that's what they tell me, that's what they say You're a pretty thought I support Yeah, I'm just tryin' to hold up as I go And one day I swear I'll spread my wings I'm on my way to finer things Ooooh, Oooh, Ooooh I'm on my way to finer things It wasn't just me playin' those games Still it's my own fault just the same I opened up, I let you in Now these crystal feelings are wearing thin Ooooh, Oooh, Ooooh I opened up, I let you in I'm walkin' with the fortune teller I can see my own way home But I don't like this dark road anymore And I don't want to be alone for long Ooooh, Oooh, Ooooh Don't want to be alone for long I don't want to be on this dark road alone
Writer(s): Joseph Burns, P Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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