Letra de Paint On Your Jeans
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I kissed you blindly in a closet full of coats,
as a cocktail party rattled on beneath the snow
And i held your body like a soldier holds his gun
as a cocktail party rattled on beneath the snow
And i held your body like a soldier holds his gun
With a grip so tight that my fingers grew numb
And the room gets quiet,
as the host raises her glass
"A toast to peace and let future loves last"
And you squeezed my hands and said
"This year's yours to have"
And right then and there, i knew I'd never get you back
But i don't blame you, baby
I don't blame you, baby
Who could ever blame you, baby?
Not a single living soul
And all the drive home, we rolled the windows down
And let the breeze rush in and all the tensions out
And the silent swelled like a boxer's beating eye
So much to say but will we ever speak our minds
And the car was parked at the house where i was born
She told me this would be the last time she'd be torn
from her friends and from her life outside of me
And then she looked the other way, the other way
"You can't call me baby
I never thought that you could save me
I won't ever be your baby"
And then she started up the car
The heart on my sleeve
is worth the paint on your jeans
To me, it don't mean a thing to say
"I'll see you next Christmas eve"
Cause when you drive away from me,
the sweetest taste of misery
might seep into your arteries and sour all that's left of me
I still won't blame you
And the room gets quiet,
as the host raises her glass
"A toast to peace and let future loves last"
And you squeezed my hands and said
"This year's yours to have"
And right then and there, i knew I'd never get you back
But i don't blame you, baby
I don't blame you, baby
Who could ever blame you, baby?
Not a single living soul
And all the drive home, we rolled the windows down
And let the breeze rush in and all the tensions out
And the silent swelled like a boxer's beating eye
So much to say but will we ever speak our minds
And the car was parked at the house where i was born
She told me this would be the last time she'd be torn
from her friends and from her life outside of me
And then she looked the other way, the other way
"You can't call me baby
I never thought that you could save me
I won't ever be your baby"
And then she started up the car
The heart on my sleeve
is worth the paint on your jeans
To me, it don't mean a thing to say
"I'll see you next Christmas eve"
Cause when you drive away from me,
the sweetest taste of misery
might seep into your arteries and sour all that's left of me
I still won't blame you
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