| Letra | she grabs her magazines
she packs her things and she goes
she leaves the pictures hanging on the wall, she burns all her notes
and she knows, she's been here too few years
to feel this old…
he smokes his cigarette, he stays outside 'til
it's gone, if anybody ever had a heart,
he wouldn't be alone, he knows, she's been here too few years, to be gone…
and we always say,
it would be good to go away,
someday but if there's nothing there
to make things change
if it's the same for you
I'll just hang
the trouble understand,
is she got reasons he don't funny
how he couldn't see at all?
'til she grabbed up her coat and she goes,
she's been here too few years
to take it all in stride,
but still it's much too long,
to let hurt go (you let her go).
and we always say,
it would be good to go away,
someday but if there's nothing there
to make things change
if it's the same for you
I'll just hang, the same for you
I'll always hang well I always say,
it would be good to go away
but if things don't work out like we think
and there's nothing there to ease this
aching but if there's nothing there to make
things change if it's the same
for you…
I'll just hang! |
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