Yumi Zouma — Magazine Bay

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I’m gonna stay here ’cause there’s nothing else to do
I’m on a winner loving you
And when you find me on the backstreets on the way up

Pull me closer to the graces of the day
I know what you did to me
Baby we can hurry, we can try to see
We can take it back, make it all repeat

We don’t have to worry now (worry now)
So you can tell me
I’m not the friend you wanted but you
You’ve got to play the part that I knew
I think you need to walk in my shoes

Know what I do
Help me, I’m trying
It’s okay that you’re mad
We can do it like that, maybe
I get so helpless
I know I’ve been sad

But you never come back, yeah
Trading on the taste of you
It’s not like I ever try to think things through
We can bring it under if you need to prove
Maybe I’m in trouble now, trouble now

So you can tell me-
It’s not the side you’re on but we know
You got to give it up now, go slow
I think you pushed the limit too low
I guess I’ll go, I’ll go

Help me (Since you’ve been so unaware)
I’m trying (I changed my mind and cut my hair)
It’s okay that you’re mad (I’m not okay with nothing to do)
We can do it like that, maybe
I get (I don’t want another lately)

So helpless (Waiting for you made me crazy)
I know I’ve been sad (Trans-Atlantic talking it through)
But you never come back, yeah
I’m gonna stay here ’cause there’s nothing else to do
I’m on a winner loving you

And when you find me on the backstreets on the way up
Pull me closer to the graces of the day
Trading on the taste of you (I’m gonna stay here ’cause there’s nothing else to
do)
It’s not like I ever try to think things through (I’m on a winner loving you)

We can bring it under if you need to prove (And when you find me on the
backstreets on the way up)
Maybe I’m in trouble now, trouble now (Pull me closer to the graces of the day)
Help me (Since you’ve been so unaware)

I’m trying (I changed my mind and cut my hair)
It’s okay that you’re mad (I’m not okay with nothing to do)
We can do it like that, maybe
I get (I don’t want another lately)

So helpless (Waiting for you made me crazy)
I know I’ve been sad (Trans-Atlantic talking it through)
But you never come back, yeah
You take your blessings from the secrets of the past

Forget your lovers when you do
And when we find you in the backseat of the Skyline
In the suburbs with your brothers by The Brae