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Sangtekst: Carlos Jean. Plan B. Lead The Way.


I can smell the sound of love.
I never had any doubt,
I knew that I would end up wrong and this is where I got.
An empty crowd crying out loud,
praying for the wrong that apparently I?ve done.
Looking kinda dumb, people staring at my crown:
I have no magic Kingdom but I own all that I touch.
I might not be your girl, but I?m everything you wanna be.
I?m daddy?s little girl with some mud on my cheek.
And I?m calling your name, I don?t know my own.
And I try to forget who I used to date.
All I want is to go, is to go away.
Wanna come?
Just lead the way, I?ll follow you everywhere.
I don?t need a reason to be your friend,
I just love the way that you make me spin, out of
control, I?m outta control.
Just lead the way, I?ll follow you everywhere.
I don?t need a reason to be your friend,
I just love the way that you make me spin, out of
control, I?m outta control.
Going up
And going down
I can sense the emptiness,
I can smell the sound of love.
Plan B, I?ve got my Plan B
Dont Know if you have it but I want to make you see
I?ve my Plan B
This is my Plan B
Dont Know if you have it but I want to make you see
I never had any doubt,
I knew that I would end up wrong and this is where I got.
An empty crowd crying out loud,
praying for the wrong that apparently I?ve done.
Looking kinda dumb, people staring at my crown:
I have no magic Kingdom but I own all that I touch.
I might not be your girl, but I?m everything you wanna be.
I?m daddy?s little girl with some mud on my cheek.
And I?m calling your name, I don?t know my own.
And I try to forget who I used to date.
All I want is to go, is to go away.
Wanna come?
Just lead the way, I?ll follow you everywhere.
I don?t need a reason to be your friend,
I just love the way that you make me spin, out of
control, I?m outta control.
Just lead the way, I?ll follow you everywhere.
I don?t need a reason to be your friend,
I just love the way that you make me spin, out of
control, I?m outta control.
Going up
And going down
I can sense the emptiness,
I can smell the sound of love.
I can smell the sound of love