Cold shoulder
You say it's all in my head
And the things I think just don't make sense
So where te been then? Don't go all coy
Don't turn it round on me like it's my fault
See I can see that look in your eyes
The one that shoots me each and every time
You grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever te look at me I wish I was her
You doccia me with words made of knives
Whenever te look at me I wish I was her
These days when I see you
You make it look like see-through
Do tell me why te waste our time
When your cuore ain't admitting you're not satisfied
You know I know just how te feel
I'm starting to find...
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