Letra de Regret (Sabres Slow 'n' Low Mix) - New Order
Letra de canci�n de Regret (Sabres Slow 'n' Low Mix) de New Order lyrics
Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address,
Of every one I've ever known.
It's nothing I regret.
Save it for another day,
It's the school exam and the kids have run away.
I would like a place I could call my own.
Have a conversation on the te
lephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain about my wounded heart.
I was upset you see,
almost all the time.
You used to be a stranger.
Now you are mine.
I wouldn't even trust you,
I've not got much to give.
We're d
ealing in the limits,
and we don't know who with.
You may think that I'm out of hand,
that I'm naive, I'll understand.
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On this occasion, it's not true.
Look at me, I'm not you.
I would like a place I could call my own,
have a conversation on th
e telephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain about my wounded heart.
I was a short fuse,
burning all the time.
You were a complete stranger.
Now you are mine.
I would like a place I could call my own,
have a conve
rsation on the telephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain about my wounded heart.
Just wait till tomorrow.
I guess that's what they all say,
just before they fall apart.
Of every one I've ever known.
It's nothing I regret.
Save it for another day,
It's the school exam and the kids have run away.
I would like a place I could call my own.
Have a conversation on the te
lephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain about my wounded heart.
I was upset you see,
almost all the time.
You used to be a stranger.
Now you are mine.
I wouldn't even trust you,
I've not got much to give.
We're d
ealing in the limits,
and we don't know who with.
You may think that I'm out of hand,
that I'm naive, I'll understand.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/regret--sabres-slow--n--low-mix--new-order.php
On this occasion, it's not true.
Look at me, I'm not you.
I would like a place I could call my own,
have a conversation on th
e telephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain about my wounded heart.
I was a short fuse,
burning all the time.
You were a complete stranger.
Now you are mine.
I would like a place I could call my own,
have a conve
rsation on the telephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain about my wounded heart.
Just wait till tomorrow.
I guess that's what they all say,
just before they fall apart.