Wednesday 3 December 2008 photo 1/1
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Right under my feet there's air made of bricks
Pulls me down
Turns me weak for you
I find myself repeating like a broken tune.
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Tell me to run and I'll race
If you want me to stop I'll freeze
And if you want me gone I'll leave
Just hold me closer baby
And make me crazy for you
Crazy for you
Pulls me down
Turns me weak for you
I find myself repeating like a broken tune.
Tell me to run and I'll race
If you want me to stop I'll freeze
And if you want me gone I'll leave
Just hold me closer baby
And make me crazy for you
Crazy for you
Annons