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Aankomende concerten voor Javier Colon

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Javier Colon
Javier Colon
Guitar
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Bass
David Davidson
David Davidson
Violin
John Catchings
John Catchings
Cello
Love Sponge Strings
Love Sponge Strings
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Colon
J. Colon
Composer
T Sims
T Sims
Composer
David Davidson
David Davidson
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Producer
Sam Keyte
Sam Keyte
Recording Engineer
Baeho 'Bobby' Shin
Baeho 'Bobby' Shin
Recording Engineer

Songteksten

Ohh... There's a look on her face, she's starting to master as she carefully closes the door She's been coming home late, with three packaged answers to questions She tries to avoid, now she's talking to fast and I just have to ask Baby what's all the cloak and dagger for? Ok here's the truth, I ran out of gas, and I didn't call cause I thought you'd be mad So I started to walk, it took a hour and a half, to get up that highway and fill up that can I was hoping that you'd understand She's getting good with the lines, so good that you wonder, if the rabbit in the hat Tricks were real, she turns water into wine and I'd almost believe her If her eyes just for once could keep still And now my patients wasting, cause she's late once again Baby tell me what delayed you this time Ok here's the truth, its gonna sound kinda strange but I took another way home from work For a change, it started out fine, till I got to route nine, when a nile the wrong way before I Realized, I'm sorry I ruined all your plans, I was hoping that you'd understand And I'm watching her secretly talking, its just about all I can bare, now I know why she's Been wearing more make up and caring so much about changing her hair A telephone vibrates on the table again another damn private call coming through Now she's physically shaking and I just feel like taking that phone and throwing clear across The room, she answers hello, a mans voice I don't know, says its time that you tell him the The truth, and I can't take this no more, honey I'm out the door, no I won't relax, I got my Suitcase all packed, what you said next, got me stopping dead in my tracks Ok here's the truth, its not what you think, the man that you heard is head of oncology I'm sorry I lied to you all of those times, I didn't know how to tell you, I might not survive Ok there's the truth, I got six months to live, only wanted what's best for you and the kids I promise I'll fight with all of my might, but if I lose this battle, I lived a good life, so baby just please Hold my hand and tell me that you understand
Writer(s): Javier Colon, Tommy Sims Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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