Slip Through My Fingers
Just one more time.
I don't wanna believe it
Do you look at me with hate?
How do I retrieve this?
So that we don't go to waste
Don't wanna make it sound like I'm always on your case,
but how can I retrieve this?
So that we don't go to waste
Slip through my fingers
Just one more time
We see eachother clearly
Yet you act like you are blind
Always put you first
When I'm the last thing on your mind
Slip through my fingers
Just one last time
I guess I gotta believe it
I can see how much you've changed
How do I retrieve this?
So that we don't go to waste
Don't wanna make it sound like I'm always on your case,
but how can I retrieve this?
So that we don't go to waste
Slip through my fingers
Just one more time
We see eachother clearly
Yet you act like you are blind
Always put you first
When I'm the last thing on your mind
Slip through my fingers
Just one last time
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Frankie Martinelli
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