Your love, your love is second hand, you know You didn’t let me see at all, You dragged your own feelings here to us I walk; I walk until I see the place, That reminds me of yesterday And throw all your lies away You could have done it so much better, You could have told me I was never the one And never lend me your heart I’m a disorder but you weren’t too much order I can fly with you Start, restart, undo But I can never forget the pain you made I’m not L.A to you (2) Once more Your talks, your talks are second hand, you know And I don’t want them any more To be next to my sweet, sweet, sweet soul I thought that you and I could make a song Telling all the stories of how loners do go on I still hear your guitar in my ear And I hear you whispering your lot I feel, I feel your heart Beating fast enough to be making love, to be making love You could have told me I was never the one And never lend me your heart I’m a disorder but you weren’t too much order I can fly with you Start, restart, undo But I can never forget the pain you made I’m not L.A to you (2) Once more Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
