The 6ths - Falling Out of Love (With You) | Текст песни

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In an old Silverline
I was yours, you were mine
I was hoarse, you were mean
We designed drum machines

(C): But every day in every way
I'm falling out of love with you
Every kiss means less and less
I'm falling out of love with you
Every hour kills a flower
I'm falling out of love with you
You just bore me more and more
I'm falling out of love with you

They made sounds much like drums
I was young you were dumb
Now you're older and I'm wiser
We design synthesizers (C)