Melanie C - Version of Me Lyrics
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Version of Me
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What Are The Lyrics For Version of Me By Melanie C?
This is not your playground, I'm not here for you to shoot me down
Praying on my weakness, even when you're not around Nothing lasts forever but you're wrapped around my DNA And I'm hiding in the corner, the wounded kid I was Like it was yesterday, like nothing's changed All that you've done, you see Ever so quietly comes creeping back up on me Haunting me, goading me, why can't you let go of me? I don't have the patience anymore That's not me, I won't be the version of me (me) The one you think you're comfortable with (me) The one you think you had your fun with If I can't trust myself, why should I trust anyone else? All that you've done, you see Ever so quietly comes creeping back up on me Haunting me, goading me, why can't you let go of me? I don't have the patience anymore That's not me, I won't be the version of me (me) The one you think you're comfortable with (me) The one you think you had your fun with (me) That's not me, not me I won't be the version of me (me) The one you think you're comfortable with (me) The one you think you had your fun with If I can't trust myself, why should I trust anyone else? |
Who Wrote Version of Me By Melanie C?
Melanie Chisholm, Thomas Bruce Wilding, Nicholas William Atkinson
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What's The Duration Of The Version of Me By Melanie C?The duration of Version of Me is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
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