Lyrics of Where i wanna be

Deborah Gibson

pochette album Where i wanna be
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Release date : 31/01/2009

Duration : 0:04:53

Style : Pop



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Talking all the talk that makes me feel strong
Going all the places where smiles greet me
Can't get it through my head
That i did nothing wrong
It would be easier if i had myself to blame
But it's pouring rain under my umbrella

Chorus:
I tried walking around,
'round these streets by myself
Said "pretty girl don't look down"
But i could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
And still i can't make him see
And i can't call this life my own
Cause i'm not where i want to be

Going out with the girls on a saturday night
Reaching out to strangers
So i don't feel deeply moved
Yeah they're my friends and i like them alright
But they can't do the things that we used to do
So i've got to say that i miss you baby

Chorus

It's amazing how one little broken heart
Can radiate so much pain
Some guy looked at me and then he turned away
Saw my eyes sayin' i will never fall again

Don't look down
But i could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
Still i can't make him see
I can't call my life my own
Cause i'm not where i want to be

I tried walking around,
By myself
Said "pretty girl don't look down"
But i could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
Still i can't make him see
I can't call this life my own
Cause i'm not where i want to be

'round these streets by myself
Said "pretty girl don't look down"
But i could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
And still i can't make him see
I can't call this life my own
Cause i'm not where i want to be

No, i'm not where i want to be
Oh noo, no no
No, i'm not where i want to be
No, i'm not where i want to be
Oh no, i'm not where i want to be
No, i'm not where i want to be
No, i'm not where i want to be
No no, i'm not where i want to be
I tried walking around,
'round these streets by myself
Said "pretty girl don't look down"
But i could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
And still i can't make him see
And i can't call this life my own
Cause i'm not where i want to be

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