Paroles de If only

Tara Maclean

pochette album If only
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Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner
I put my cigarette out on the floor
Same old broken down face in the mirror
And fist sized hole in the door

If only, i could see past myself
These ankles keep twisting in vain
And the older, i get the more things
I let be to blame

Same old god
Same old prayer
I keep repeating myself
But i'm not getting anywhere

There's that old letter you wrote me
You said, you wanted to be a star
Same old broken down car in the driveway
I guess, we didn't get too far

If only, i could see past myself
These keys, they keep turning in vain
And the older i get
The more things i let be to blame

Same old god
Same old prayer
I keep repeating myself
But i'm not getting anywhere

If only i keep
Talking to that same old god

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