Georgia Folker - Limitless | Текст песни

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• Georgia Folker
• Limitless

Though you saw it coming it was not your fault
Oh, in the morning gave you what you want
No, you couldn't hold in your lowered head
Oh, you shoulda told me this was limitless

There's a certain kind of lonely
Where you sleep in your jeans
And I know that kind
You can tell me that you know me
When you know what that means
And that you don't mind
And there's special kind of dreaming
When you sleep with the television on
And with the lights on
And with your clothes on
And with your shoes on

Though you saw it coming it was not your fault
Oh, in the morning gave you want you want
No, you couldn't hold it in your lowered head
Oh, you shoulda told me this was limitless

And there's a certain sort of lonely
Where you sleep in your jeans
And I know that sort
You can tell me that you know me
When you know what that means
And it's what you want
And there's special sort of dreaming
When you sleep with the television on
And with the lights on
And with your clothes on
And with your shoes on

Will you please remember to mention me
To the ones who loved you
Do you feel the sicking, sinking feeling
When I'm thinking of you
Will you please remember to mention me
To the ones who loved you
Do you feel the sicking, sinking feeling
When I'm thinking of you

Though you saw it coming it was not your fault
Oh, in the morning gave you what you want
Oh, it was as if I'd been a gift to you
Oh, it was as if because I wanted to
Though you saw it coming it was not your fault
Oh, in the morning gave you what you want
Oh, I didn't mean to fall into this mess
Oh, you shoulda told me this was limitless