Sweet Pop Vocal

@Марк

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miss that kind of misery The kind where you still touch me But only when it’s midnight So I ask, am I still your type? I care too deep, it’s overflowing Overflowing from my chest and soul I’m sorry, I know I’m too much To hold, to want, I’m losing control But… I miss that kind of misery The kind where you still kiss me But only when the lights are low So I ask, am I someone you used to know? I’m such a fool, fool, fool I’m such a fool, fool, fool I miss that kind of misery The kind where you still want me But only in the silence So I stay here, lost in the violence… Of loving you.