sábado, 6 de fevereiro de 2010

Why (Lily Allen)

Why aren't I one of those interesting people,
Who's always got something to say.
To not be contrived and to feel so alive,
And to never have wasted a day.
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To go for long walks, have well informed talks,
In a Non-confrontational way.
Why aren't I one of these interesting people,
And why won't you stay?
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I'm still having the same conversation,
That I've been having for years.
I just want to read and retain information,
Just face up to my fears.
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I look at myself and it`s so plain to see,
All I need is to change.
Not too much, I still want to be me,
Everyone looks the same.
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Why is my phone full of so many numbers,
And why doesn't anyone call.
Maybe they think that I'm always too busy,
Or maybe I've no friends at all.
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When I'm watching TV they're all out necking E's
And well obviously I'm appalled
Why is my phone full of so many numbers,
And why don't you call.
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I'm still having the same conversation,
That I've been having for years.
I just want to read and retain information,
Just face up to my fears.
´
I look at myself and it`s so plain to see,
All I need is to change.
Not too much, I still want to be me,
Everyone looks the same.
´
I'm still having the same conversation,
That I've been having for years.
I just want to read and retain information,
Just face up to my fears.
´
I look at myself and it`s so plain to see,
All I need is to change.
Not too much,
I still want to be me,Everyone looks the same...

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