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letra de .something 'bout yourself - artur

[intro]
right all along
now i might just clearly see
that maybe this was something ’bout yourself (yeah)

[verse 1]
baby i find it hard to cope with the
typical way you look right at me
maybe i think too much about the way
physical pretty hides all the mean
crazy how i’ve been wondering alone
cynical ways of making you pout
rainy how prolly none came back to me
minimal chance of taking you out

[pre-chorus]
father, oh no
i might have sinned again
i made plans to love a lady
who won’t even hold my hand (uh)

[chorus]
maybe this was someting ’bout yourself
’bout yourself, now
maybe i was just another piece (uh)
and now that i see myself
i was begging on my knees
but maybe this was someting ’bout yourself
’bout yourself, not mе (yeah)
[verse 2]
baby i’m very hurt i missed your show
couldn’t bе there to watch it myself
hate to put god into the matter but it would
k!ll me if you were to kneel for someone else
and now here i bury my own thoughts, own thoughts
i try to keep it inside my four walls, four walls
for all i know you never dared to think about
someone that wasn’t you

[pre-chorus]
and even so
i might have sinned again
i made plans to love a lady
who won’t even hold my hand (uh)

[chorus]
maybe this was someting ’bout yourself
’bout yourself, now
maybe i was just another piece (yeah)
and now that i see myself
i was begging on my knees
but maybe this was someting ’bout yourself
’bout yourself, not me

[bridge]
but look at what you did
you never thought that i would win
you made me realize how
your soul was just a mess
and now there’s no one here
to look at you the way i did
you want this feeling from someone
and let me guess
and all this love you gave me
made me feel just like a brand new form of
dealing with your selfish happiness
to this day i see your other boys and can’t believe it
how was i so blind with all the interest?
[pre-chorus]
father, oh no
i keep sinning again
and all this to love a lady
who won’t even hold my hand (uh)

[chorus]
maybe this was someting ’bout yourself
’bout yourself, now
maybe i was just another piece
and now that i see myself
i was begging on my knees
but maybe this was someting ’bout yourself
’bout yourself, not me

[refrain]
not me
now, now, now, now
father, oh no

[outro]
and i was right all along
now i might just clearly see
that maybe this was something ’bout yourself
’bout yourself, not me

- artur

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