Out by Sodastream
Out lyrics
i�ve got a battered hand
i wrote it on my list
didn�t know what your feeling was
but it must be better than this
don�t go out
and don�t give in
my head is in this country now and
tells me i can win
so pretty baby
show me how
these wicked ladies
are starting to shout
with your head upon my pillow
i wish that it could be, so cold
and despite your bleaker warnings
i wanted to believe
i wrote it in the sand
a single parting gift
didn�t know what redemption was but it
can�t be worse than this
so don�t go out
and don�t give in
my head is in this country now and
tells me i can win
so pretty baby
show me how
these wicked ladies
are starting to shout
with your head upon my pillow
i wish that it could be, so cold
and despite your blue eyed warnings
i wanted to believe
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