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Teksty: The White Stripes. Love Sick.

:
I'm walkin' through streets that are dead
walkin' with you in my head
my feet are so tired
and my brain is so wired
and the clouds are weepin'
did I hear someone tell a lie
did I hear some long distant cry
I spoke like a child
and it struck me with a smile
but I was sleepin'
well I'm sick of love
but I'm in the thick of it
I'm sick of love
well I'm lovesick
I see
I see lovers in the meadow
I see
I see silhouettes in the window
I watched where they're goin'
but they keep me hangin' on
to their shadow
well I'm sick of love
I wish I never met you
this kind of love
oh, I'm trying to forget you
just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
be with you