Besedila: New Found Glory. Sticks And Stones. My Friends Over You.

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I?m drunk off your kiss
For the another night in a row
This is becoming too routine for me
But I did not mean to lead you on
And it?s all right to pretend
That we still talk
It?s just for show, isn?t it
It?s my fault that it fell apart

Just maybe
You need this
And I didn?t mean to
Lead you on

You were everything I wanted
But I just can finish what I started
There?s no room left here on my bed
It was damaged long ago
Though you swear that you are true
I still pick my friends over you
(My friends over you)

Please tell me everything,
That you think that I should know
About all the plans we made
When I was never to be found
And it?s all right to forget
That we still talk
Its just for fun, isn?t it
It?s my fault that it fell apart

Cuz maybe you need this
And I didn?t mean to
Lead you on

You were everything I wanted
But I just can finish what I started
There?s no room left here on my bed
It was damaged long ago
Though you swear that you are true
I still pick my friends over you
(My friends over you)

Just maybe you need this
You need this?
And I didn?t mean to
Lead you on

You were everything I wanted
But I just can finish what I started
There?s no room left here on my bed
It was damaged long ago
Though you swear that you are true
I still pick my friends over you