Prologue.
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, the heart you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, the heart you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.
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