I wanna love it, but I just can't Shot down when our souls began to dance November upstairs, what do you mean? Calm down, you're the one that lied to me
You prayed to God and I trusted that I gave it up and now I can't ever get it back And all your friends on Sunday morning Do they have a clue? Wish I could have got a warning
This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm trying This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm trying
It was magic on the first touch Turned tragic when I caught you covering up Tell me how you put those tears in your eyes Grand Central downstairs, skipping work that night
You prayed to God and I trusted that I gave it up and now I can't ever get it back And all your friends on Sunday morning Do they have a clue? Wish I could have got a warning
This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm trying This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm trying This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm trying This can't be the end If it ends like this, you win Overtime, overtime Forgive, my God, I'm trying
Compositores: Charles Leslie Priest (Lany) (BMI), Jake Clifford Goss (Lany) (BMI), Paul Jason Klein (BMI)Editores: Dumb Stuff (BMI), Jake Goss Sports (BMI), Pocket Knives (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #17137487 em 21/Abr/2024