Temp Job (Ingles)
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Temp Job (Ingles)
"Temp Job"
Dreaming
And the notes start to ring
It's so pure there
Your small hands on the strings
Change a line, change a word
Write it down
You're not on your own
It's a rush now
But your numbers have grown
Sit this out, give them more
Figure out what you're here for
Every time I hear it only makes me want it more
How did you always seem to get your foot on that door
Tired of believing when you tell me it's there
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
Now you're so understood
It's a temp job
But the hours are good
Make some friends, loose some more
Then forget what you're here for
Every time I hear it only makes me want it more
How did you always seem to get your foot on that door
Tired of believing when you tell me it's there
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
And the world turns fast of you
I ?? to it's over
Will you return
Will you slowed away flying faster and faster
Learning bright forever
Every time I hear it only makes me want it more
How did you always seem to get your foot on that door
Tired of believing when you tell me it's there
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
Every time I hear it only makes me want it more
How did you always seem to get your foot on that door
Tired of believing when you tell me it's there
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
Dreaming
And the notes start to ring
It's so pure there
Your small hands on the strings
Change a line, change a word
Write it down
You're not on your own
It's a rush now
But your numbers have grown
Sit this out, give them more
Figure out what you're here for
Every time I hear it only makes me want it more
How did you always seem to get your foot on that door
Tired of believing when you tell me it's there
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
Now you're so understood
It's a temp job
But the hours are good
Make some friends, loose some more
Then forget what you're here for
Every time I hear it only makes me want it more
How did you always seem to get your foot on that door
Tired of believing when you tell me it's there
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
And the world turns fast of you
I ?? to it's over
Will you return
Will you slowed away flying faster and faster
Learning bright forever
Every time I hear it only makes me want it more
How did you always seem to get your foot on that door
Tired of believing when you tell me it's there
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
Every time I hear it only makes me want it more
How did you always seem to get your foot on that door
Tired of believing when you tell me it's there
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head
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