Текст песни: James Cottriall. Unbreakable.
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I?m fed up of you lying behind my back,
I?m fed up of the secrets
I can?t keep track,
oh,baby,
I?m just fed up of you.
You used to be my everything,
my every thought and word,
But then there were the secrets that everybody heard,
And, lady,
I don?t know what to do.
I thought we were unbreakable.
I thought that we were more.
I thought we were unbreakable
and worth fighting for.
I?m fed up of you moaning
about the things I lack.
I?m fed up of your bitching baby,
Just get off my back and,oh, baby,
I?m just fed up of you.
So what are we gonna do about the problems that we have?
I suppose that we should separate the things
`Cause then we?d have a chance
And, lady,I don?t know what to do.
I thought we were unbreakable.
I thought that we were more.
I thought we were unbreakable
and worth fighting for.
Some getting you out of my life tonight.
Getting you go tonight.
(2x)
I thought we were unbreakable.
I thought that we were more.
I thought we were unbreakable
and worth fighting for.
(2x)
I?m fed up of you lying behind my back,
I?m fed up of the secrets
I can?t keep track,
oh,baby,
I?m just fed up of you.
You used to be my everything,
my every thought and word,
But then there were the secrets that everybody heard,
And, lady,
I don?t know what to do.
I thought we were unbreakable.
I thought that we were more.
I thought we were unbreakable
and worth fighting for.
I?m fed up of you moaning
about the things I lack.
I?m fed up of your bitching baby,
Just get off my back and,oh, baby,
I?m just fed up of you.
So what are we gonna do about the problems that we have?
I suppose that we should separate the things
`Cause then we?d have a chance
And, lady,I don?t know what to do.
I thought we were unbreakable.
I thought that we were more.
I thought we were unbreakable
and worth fighting for.
Some getting you out of my life tonight.
Getting you go tonight.
(2x)
I thought we were unbreakable.
I thought that we were more.
I thought we were unbreakable
and worth fighting for.
(2x)
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