Song | He's Quite Something |
Artist | Lunik |
Album | Small Lights in the Dark |
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I've wasted years | |
I've thrown myself away fro you | |
slowly becoming seethrough | |
I'm glad I got tired of the suspence | |
of your neverending self-defence | |
me trying to figure what it's like to stand in your shoes | |
still I don't have a clue | |
you know the scars remains | |
but now I'm finally over you | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don't have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he's quite something | |
never in my life | |
befor or after us I wanted anything | |
as badly as I wanted you | |
but I learned that sometimes what you want | |
is not what you need | |
and things may look nice in your dreams | |
but hurt in reality | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don't have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he's quite something | |
I finally understand | |
what it means to have a home | |
now that I've found him | |
I know what I was always looking for | |
you kept saying that what I wanted | |
was surreal and hollywood | |
but now I proove you wrong | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don't have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he's quite something | |
(Dank an Claudia für den Text) |
I' ve wasted years | |
I' ve thrown myself away fro you | |
slowly becoming seethrough | |
I' m glad I got tired of the suspence | |
of your neverending selfdefence | |
me trying to figure what it' s like to stand in your shoes | |
still I don' t have a clue | |
you know the scars remains | |
but now I' m finally over you | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don' t have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he' s quite something | |
never in my life | |
befor or after us I wanted anything | |
as badly as I wanted you | |
but I learned that sometimes what you want | |
is not what you need | |
and things may look nice in your dreams | |
but hurt in reality | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don' t have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he' s quite something | |
I finally understand | |
what it means to have a home | |
now that I' ve found him | |
I know what I was always looking for | |
you kept saying that what I wanted | |
was surreal and hollywood | |
but now I proove you wrong | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don' t have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he' s quite something | |
Dank an Claudia fü r den Text |
I' ve wasted years | |
I' ve thrown myself away fro you | |
slowly becoming seethrough | |
I' m glad I got tired of the suspence | |
of your neverending selfdefence | |
me trying to figure what it' s like to stand in your shoes | |
still I don' t have a clue | |
you know the scars remains | |
but now I' m finally over you | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don' t have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he' s quite something | |
never in my life | |
befor or after us I wanted anything | |
as badly as I wanted you | |
but I learned that sometimes what you want | |
is not what you need | |
and things may look nice in your dreams | |
but hurt in reality | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don' t have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he' s quite something | |
I finally understand | |
what it means to have a home | |
now that I' ve found him | |
I know what I was always looking for | |
you kept saying that what I wanted | |
was surreal and hollywood | |
but now I proove you wrong | |
everytime I come home he is there with open arms | |
anytime I need advice I know that I can call | |
I don' t have many precious things in life | |
but I do have him | |
and he' s quite something | |
Dank an Claudia fü r den Text |