05 maart 2006
* BB, trots op jou! *
He's into deep, he ran out the luck
Nowhere he can go
And his old friends, they left the spot
Because of the little time he's got
Not that they ever warned him though
If you can't give her space
We're afraid it's too late
You got to let her go now
Or we can't help you
Brother
All he thinks, the love is gone
The broken-hearted, they must be strong
You still got us
Well there is this yearning in the stomach
Pain and doubt, 'bout why she done it
And pride to tell him to shut up
If you can't give her space
We're afraid it's too late
You got to let her go now
Or we can't help you
Brother
If you're willing to fight
Then you'll make it all right
You just got to let her go now
Or we can't help you
Brother
Schouder nodig? We zijn er voor jullie. xxx
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