Voicst - A Year And A Bit
A million things to do
Every morning I wake up
Keep myself at ease
Sometimes next to someone
People calling me
Though not as much as they used to
It takes about a week
To get back to not them
Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing
Even when it’s foooolish
Sometimes I succeed
In losing the reason
But it always comes back
And when it doesn’t it’s
I read al these books
And with all of that knowledge
I know what happens when you love
But can not attack Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing
Even when it’s foooolish
Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing
Even when it’s foooolish
A million things to do
Every morning I wake up
Keep myself at ease
Sometimes next to someone
People calling me
Though not as much as they used to
It takes about a week
To get back to not them
Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing
Even when it’s foooolish
Every morning I wake up
Keep myself at ease
Sometimes next to someone
People calling me
Though not as much as they used to
It takes about a week
To get back to not them
Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing
Even when it’s foooolish
Sometimes I succeed
In losing the reason
But it always comes back
And when it doesn’t it’s
I read al these books
And with all of that knowledge
I know what happens when you love
But can not attack Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing
Even when it’s foooolish
Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing
Even when it’s foooolish
A million things to do
Every morning I wake up
Keep myself at ease
Sometimes next to someone
People calling me
Though not as much as they used to
It takes about a week
To get back to not them
Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing
Even when it’s foooolish
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