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Fall Out Boy

7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)

 

7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)

(álbum: From Under The Cork Tree - 2005)


I'm sleeping my way out of this one
With anyone who will lie down
I'll be stuck fixated on one star
When the world is crashing down

I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds
I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type

Sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well
Sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well on my own

The only thing worse than not knowing
Is you thinking that I don't know
I'm having another episode
I just need a stronger dose

I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds
I keep telling myself, keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type

Sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well
Sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well on my own

Ta-ta-ra, ta-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra-ra, ta-ta-ra, ta-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra-ra
Ta-ta-ra, ta-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra-ra, doo, doo, doo
Ta-ta-ra, ta-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra-ra, ta-ta-ra, ta-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra-ra
Ta-ta-ra, ta-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra-ra, doo, doo, doo

I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds

I keep telling myself, keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type

Sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
'Cause I don't do too well on my own

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