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Fordítási probléma jelentése
To stop these thoughts
It works for me
Can't you see?
Now I know that I'm better
I'm writing this letter
To my past self
Sitting on the shelf
Nothing lasts
It's for the past
I won't stay here
I won't stay there
'Cause now I'm happy
For you have changed me
I am so thankful
No longer painful
Something that I already said
You like a pretty boy
With a pretty voice
Who is trying to sell you something
Something that you already have
But if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right
She might let you stay, but just for the night
And if she grabs for your hand, and drags you along
She might want a kiss before the end of this song
Because love can burn like a cigarette
And leave you with nothing