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We’re getting’ ready feedin’ dance hall track
And where we’re goin’ to we never come back
Until imagine to we can’t hold back
And then week daya’
Week day are known
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Will you be ready feedin’ dance hall track
To gimme all that you’ve got
So let me take you away
Hit the wall to bring your feet up of the ground
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I don’t know where we’re heading
I’m willing and ready to go
We’ve been driving so fast
We just need to slow down and just roll
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We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love
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Is it better, is it worse
Are we sitting in reverse
It’s just like we’re going backwards
I know where I want this to go
Driving fast but let’s go slow
What I don’t want to do is crash, no
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Too much of anything can make you sick
Even the good can be a curse
Makes it hard to know which road to go down
Know when too much can get you hurt
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'I choć wiem co mnie boli, mówię Ci co chcesz usłyszeć..' ;]]
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`Ja chciałam, byś był zawsze obok!`
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Chcesz mnie, to proś mnie. ;D ;*
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