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Same old routine
It's just a different day
Still I don't know what's going on
With you
The smell of you, still lingers on my skin
But you are nowhere to be seen
And boy
I bet you're balling up
Even though it's tough
I'm gonna lay it on the line
And if I'm asking you boy
Open up and let me know
Is it love, hate?
What's it gonna be?
Baby make, break
Tell me what you see
Is it you, me?
Are we gonna make it through?
Always up, down
Running me around
When I give, take
You don't reciprocate
Is it love, hate?
Tell me what it's gonna be
No one deserves
What you have put me through
Wont tolerate a life this way with you
Worth so much more
That a bad excuse to leave
You take a piece of me
You do
I bet you're balling up
Even though it's tough
I'm gonna lay it on the line
And if I'm asking you boy
Open up and let me know
Is it love, hate?
What's it gonna be?
Baby make, break
Tell me what you see
Is it you, me?
Are we gonna make it through?
Always up, down
Running me around
When I give, take
You don't reciprocate
Is it love, hate?
Tell me what it's gonna be
Is it love, hate?
What's it gonna be?
Baby make, break
Tell me what you see
Is it you, me?
Are we gonna make it through?
Always up, down
Running me around
When I give, take
You don't reciprocate
Is it love, hate?
Tell me what it's gonna be
Oh, oh
Is it love, hate?
What's it gonna be?
Baby make, break
Tell me what you see
Is it you, me?
Are we gonna make it through?
Always up, down
Running me around
When I give, take
You don't reciprocate
Is it love, hate?
Tell me what it's gonna be
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czytano: 1970 razy
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