When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over little time
But promise me you wont stand by the light
When I get to Warwick Avenue
Please drop the past and
be true
Don’t say we’re okay
Just because I’m here
You hurt me bad but I wont shed a tear
I’m leaving you for the last time baby
You think you’re loving,
But you don’t love me
And I’ve been confused
Outta my mind lately
You think you’re loving,
But I want to be free, baby
You’ve hurt me.
When I get to Warwick Avenue …
We’ll spend an hour, but no more than two.
Our only chance to speak,
once more…
I showed you the answers, now here’s the door.
When I get to Warwick Avenue…
I’ll tell you baby, that we’re through.
I’m leaving you for the last time baby…
You think you’re loving
but you don’t love me.
I’ve been confused
outta’ my mind lately…
You think you’re loving
but you don’t love me.
I want to be free, baby you’ve hurt me.
All the days spent together, I wished for better,
But I didn’t want the train to come.
Now it’s departed,
I’m broken hearted, seems like we never started.
All the days spent together, when I wished for better,
And I didn’t want the train to come.
Não gosto muito desta Duffy, não sei mas as palavras desta musica lembraram-me algumas coisas...é assim, há alturas e alturas e esta não é assim tão boa...
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