Tara Blaise - For Your Own God lyrics

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There goes the prettiest girl in town

And her style and her luck oh it weighs her down,

And a road and a car and a voice calling “let it be,

Let it be, let it be morning”.

Who made that dress for you?

Oh you’re a credit for all you do,

And the ice and the knife and the tall orders,

And the fool in the night, and the cut corners..

For your own good, tell you that you should,

For your own good.

Here come the happiest days of your life falling

And falling like leaves and you might

Let it fall let it break let it spill onto the street, and

The crowd and they stare but you cant hear them speak.

Oh you’re a pretty girl, you’re a pretty girl, sweet,

And you run and you hide and you seek,

And you run and you hide and you grow older,

“Let it be, let it be, let it be over”.

For your own good, tell you that you should,

For your own good.

Twice times four

We all want more

I’m just a girl

Take on the world.<br />

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Thanks to razvan