Spymob - Thinking of Someone Else Lyrics
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Thinking of Someone Else
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What Are The Lyrics For Thinking of Someone Else By Spymob?
Lying on the couch with my little toe in a splint
Smashed it on a corner while reaching for my instrument Talk shows get depressing and my eyes are too tired to read Stranded in the house, staring outside helplessly Thinking of someone else Longing for that special person Who always took good care of me Hold me mother, cuddle me closely Hold me mother, talk to me softly Looking at the phone that is well within my reach Wondering why I'm lacking so in self-sufficiency Rates are high at this time, I should really try to act my age Yet her words always got me back on track in my younger days Thinking of someone else Longing for that special person Who always took good care of me Stayed up with me all night long When I was a child with the flu Never short on sympathy Hold me mother, cuddle me closely Hold me mother, talk to me softly Always helped me to see the brighter side Convinced me that everything would turn out right Lying on the couch, washing down two aspirin Cordless on the coffee table rings, I'm on it in an instant She tells me that she's worried, do I have enough to eat? I'm pretty sure that I just started healing rapidly Thinking of someone else Longing for that special person Who always took good care of me |
Who Wrote Thinking of Someone Else By Spymob?
Brent Paschke, Brian Roessler, Eric Fawcett, John Ostby
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