Thursday, June 30, 2011
Bombay Bicycle Club - Shuffle Lyrics
Bombay Bicycle Club - Shuffle LyricsThe moment we forgot we were just good friendsI moved my arm her face went red againOne more bus homeAnother silent weekendSaid love was painted goldLike all things growing oldThe paint peels and slowly fallsYou already knowLooking out the glass (?)Always sit togetherWe both know we could be someone betterNot with our heads like London weather[Bombay Bicycle
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