Sum 41 [The String Quartet Tribute To Sum 41] - Summer | Текст песни

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It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
Somewhere, ahead is the back of the line.
I can't relate to your mistakes,
Awkwardly speaking with nothing to say.

Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame,
You may be different, but I'm still the same.
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught,
You say things are simple, we both know they're not.
You can't let it go.

Whoa.
You can't, but I know.
Whoa.
Whoa, you don't even know.

It's not in what you do, more in what you say.
It's not in what you do, more in what you say.
It's not in what you do, more in what you say.
It's not in what you do, what you do.

A million questions asked, the remnants of the past.
You've always been denied, but always by your side.
I've always tried to, to understand you.
The world's not learning from you.

Whoa.
Whoa.

It's not in what you do, more in what you say.
It's not in what you do, more in what you say.
It's not in what you do, more in what you say. (Whoa)
It's not in what you do, what you do. (Whoa)

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