I leave and return, swore all wrong
And did not worrystaying alone
You were a postcard from Paris, a romantic surprise
But each time, returning to me, you showed your bad side
I get bad and run, run, run as fast as I can
I am aware of it all when it looks like hell
we break up
we make up
So, here we go again
We are on a rope
Lost all hope
That brings lots pain
And I'm mad, a-a-a-a-a
'cause I am satisfied i-i-i-i
that I found myself a-a-a-a
with you in the sky i-i-i-i-
in your bed a-a-a-a-a
I feel butterflies i-i-i-i-i
Oh, here we go again
And did not worrystaying alone
You were a postcard from Paris, a romantic surprise
But each time, returning to me, you showed your bad side
I get bad and run, run, run as fast as I can
I am aware of it all when it looks like hell
we break up
we make up
So, here we go again
We are on a rope
Lost all hope
That brings lots pain
And I'm mad, a-a-a-a-a
'cause I am satisfied i-i-i-i
that I found myself a-a-a-a
with you in the sky i-i-i-i-
in your bed a-a-a-a-a
I feel butterflies i-i-i-i-i
Oh, here we go again
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