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I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't get no sparks Ask me to go faster, put my foot down to the floor Standing at the edge, I feel like I've been here before Loved you in the darkness and I loved you in fluorescent light If it don't feel right, babe You can run and hide, babe Like a bird you can take flight If I've been holding on too tight If I've been holding on Mmm, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Your mother always told us we should go out to the dance You can't get struck by lightning if your not standing in the rain Take it as the truth or you can take it with a grain of salt If it don't work out You were in the shower we were talking through the glass Packing up your suitcase, you were humming to yourself One day you were smiling I could tell by how you sounded on the phone You said, "I'm coming home, babe" I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I'm thinking 'bout coming home I'm thinking 'bout coming home
Letra de Call If You Need Me
I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't get no sparks Ask me to go faster, put my foot down to the floor Standing at the edge, I feel like I've been here before Loved you in the darkness and I loved you in fluorescent light If it don't feel right, babe You can run and hide, babe Like a bird you can take flight If I've been holding on too tight If I've been holding on Mmm, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Your mother always told us we should go out to the dance You can't get struck by lightning if your not standing in the rain Take it as the truth or you can take it with a grain of salt If it don't work out You were in the shower we were talking through the glass Packing up your suitcase, you were humming to yourself One day you were smiling I could tell by how you sounded on the phone You said, "I'm coming home, babe" I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I'm thinking 'bout coming home I'm thinking 'bout coming home