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letra de late nights in december (running) - barrage

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[chorus: jocie rick]
i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
in circles to you
i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
in circles to you

[verse 1: hiiq]
i know you remember late nights in december
just smoldering embers they fan into flames
these flings into flames, these things they have names
if love burns you up, is it me should be blamed?
or you should be blamed? (you should be blamed)
you set up this game, i’m just one of your players
i’m sorry, not sorry if it’s you that got gamed
(you that got gamed)

take some responsibility
you were not into me, you would belittle me
wanted not needed me, flaunted conveniently
baited and hooked, used-up and cooked (so well)
cast back to the sea, catch and release
your catfish complete (yuh)

but now that you’re into me, act like an enemy
making it rough for me, snuffin’ ’n smotherin’
all through this suffering, all through your bl-sterin’
huffin’ ‘n puff again, wait while you’re bufferin’
peacin’ out puzzlin’, find it quite comfortin’
now that you’re blunderin’, your days they be numberin’
you know that you love me, you can’t get enough of me
even though, i’ve had enough of you
you’re stifling, trifling
b-tchin’ bout problems that would be nice to have
if we were goose and mav
you know goose gets cooked in the end
yeah! yeah, we got that bad
had my dose of your poison, no more rads
could i react to a girl that’s oh so sad
well i ain’t get much sympathy when you left
so spare my empathy for you left
this sh-t hurts cuz it’s the truth
you need me ‘n i don’t need you, so its poof!
vamoose ‘n i’m gone, i’m loose ‘n i’m long
i’ll take my sh-t back and leave you with this song

[chorus: jocie rick]
i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
in circles to you
i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
in circles to you

[bridge: hiiq]
there we were far from countin’ stars
just zany bars, dreams of fancy cars
they were always too much, like my love for you
guess you had to do, what you had to do
so you took it and flung it, made a shooting star
who’d’a known then that star’d go so far
(who’d‘a known then that star’d go so far)

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