Instrumenty
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Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Fefe Dobson. Sunday Love. This Is My Life.

I know it's me
Who always leaves you stranded
We are always apart
I know you hate this but please don't end it
There must be a way, I wish I could stay

When I met you
I was barely living
I was lost in the dark
But with the love
That you've been giving

I'm back from the dead
With you in my head

Because when I look in your eyes
I know you understand
That good things always
Seem to slip right through my hands

Everything but love is just grains of sand
But with you this is my life
Here with you this is my life
This is my life

All day long I'm okay
While I'm working
But it hits me at night
When every part of me
For you is hurting

I go through withdrawals
I love you that's all

Because when I look in your eyes
I know you understand
That good things always
Seem to slip right through my hands

Everything but love is just grains of sand
With you this is my life
Here with you this is my life
This is my life

Why does it always
Have to be like this?
Always desperate
In a goodbye kiss

Now I'm back from the dead
With you in my head

Because when I look in your eyes
I know you understand
That good things always
Seem to slip right through my hands

Everything but love is just grains of sand
With you this is my life
Here with you this is my life
This is my life, this is my love