Taking Back Sunday

The Ballad of Sal Villanueva

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It's not that I don't trust you,
I just know what you've been up to
and when this dial tone is agreeing
with everything I've had in mind
and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag

So as his eyes move past your shoulders
and the shades start movin in the
same direction don't worry I, I won't say a thing
and you can't blame a girl for stickin to what she knows
(for stickin to what she knows)

I hope takes his time and I
hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can
I hope takes his time and I
hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can

If I could get to sleep then
I guess you could stop pretendin
cause if I didn't think you loved it, well then I wouldn't play
along and
you've got your high as a(got your high as a kite tricks in the
bag) kite
tricks in the bag
I hope takes his time and I
hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can
I hope takes his time and I
hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can

You're down for sellin me out,
while I play dumb
it's cool cause I let you
thought I'd never catch you
you say "we're only friends, yeah real good friends"
I bet, I bet

You're down for sellin me out,
while I play dumb
it's cool cause I let you
thought I'd never catch you
you say "we're only friends, yeah real good friends"
I bet, I bet

You're down for sellin me out,
while I play dumb
it's cool cause I let you
thought I'd never catch you
you say "we're only friends, yeah real good friends"
I bet, I bet

Forget your legs around my hips,
forget your hands pressed on my back
forget the letters that I kept,
this is another I won't send
Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs,
forget our one last kiss goodnight
Forget me staking out your house,
this time I've got you figured out

Forget your legs around my hips,
forget your hands pressed on my back
forget the letters that I kept,


Autor(es): Adam Lazzara / Eddie Reyes / Shaun D. Cooper, Sr.

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