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You Me At Six All Your Fault

and its all your fault and its all your fault wish that i was younger wish that i was smart enough to keep my composure keep my head straight oh you

and its all your fault and its all your fault wish that i was younger wish that i was smart enough to keep my composure keep my head straight oh you

I've seen (Ooh) If you only knew (You only knew) The things that I've been through (Oh yeah) You'd know why (Order! Order! Order!) You'd know why I cry

your love, I'm new You're standing amongst a crowd of six billion people Crying out for help, but no one understands Cause much to your dismay, you've

on you You got me so excited, so what you gonna do? Tell me, baby, oh, yeah I like the way you rock, I hope you never stop I like the way you sound,

six numbers At the grammy awards with six hummers Me the grammy award with six womans Nigga stop at the gas station for six rubbers Put it together This is the night for you

I wouldn't admit All of your hell gave me a higher lift I begin to wonder through all of today How you would be if the addiction had stayed Laughing at

Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat You want beef, I'ma beef at, make

one of all Admiring your senses Infected by your tongue Defenceless I believed That we'd face anything to come You innocently told me You'd catch me when