olivia broadfield - don't cry (electronic/ trip-hop/ chillout) | Текст песни

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Clap hands daddy comes
With a pocketful of plums
Don´t Cry
Most days I´m OK
Come steal my heart

How I wish everything was simple
How I wish everything didn´t end in lies
How I wish I could just keep turning back time
How I wish I could be more like me
When I didn´t have to worry about myself
How I wish I could just keep turning back time

Forgive me if I cannot try any harder
You make it seem like everything I do means nothing at all
As complications go this can´t get any sweeter
Don´t Cry

Clap hands daddy comes
With a pocketful of plums
Don´t Cry
Flashback twisted up
I´m so close to giving up
Don´t Cry

Right now I am complicated
Right now I am giving this heart away
How I wish I could just keep turning back time
Right now I´m the walking wounded
Mind set on getting out alive
How I wish I could just keep turning back time

Forgive me if I cannot try any harder
You make it seem like everything I do means nothing at all
As complications go this can´t get any sweeter
Don´t Cry

Clap hands daddy comes
With a pocketful of plums
Don´t Cry
Flashback twisted up
I´m so close to giving up
Don´t Cry

I should just let go
I should just let go

Forgive me if I cannot try any harder
You make it seem like everything I do means nothing at all
As complications go this can´t get any sweeter
Don´t Cry

Clap hands daddy comes
With a pocketful of plums
Don´t Cry
Flashback twisted up
I´m so close to giving up
Don´t Cry

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