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Baby Don't Believe - Tennis



     
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Baby Don't Believe Lyrics


I never got over childish dreaming
Guess I left my head up in the clouds
I never accepted all your reasons
Can I think it over with a hand to holdStanding alone, standing alone, lonely wingman
I will wait in the background
Working alone, working to hold in this feeling
Give me your hand, make me a man
If you mean itI will wait for you, baby
I will go where my body is leading
I never accepted all your reasons
So give me your hand, make me a man
In the heat of the evening
Do you remember all the trouble?
I never wanted to be seen
How it all ended in a moment
When you took my hand and let me hold it freelyStanding alone, standing alone, lonely wingman
I will wait in the background
Working alone, working to hold in this feeling

So give me your hand, make me a man
If you feel like you mean itHappiness leaves me yearning
Tell me that you feel it too
If you see me hurting, you'll know
Happiness can leave you coldStanding alone, standing alone, lonely wingman
I will wait in the background
Working alone, working to hold in this feeling
Give me your hand, make me a man
If you mean it
I will wait for you, baby
I will go where my body is leading
I never accepted all your reasons
So give me your hand, make me a man
In the heat of the eveningStanding alone, standing alone, lonely wingman
Working alone, working to hold in this feeling
Feeling the earth, feeling my worth and I'm reeling
Giving it up, living it up like I mean itStanding alone, standing alone, lonely wingman
Working alone, working to hold in this feeling
Feeling the earth, feeling my worth and I'm reeling
Giving it up, living it up like I mean it
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There are at least three artists sharing this name. 1. Tennis is Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore, a husband/wife duo. The idea for the project began one day a couple of years ago when Alaina made fun of Patrick for playing tennis in college. A year later the two fled their hometown Denver to spend eight months sailing and exploring the North Atlantic coast. During their adventures they began writing music together documenting their experiences.

Read more about Tennis on Last.fm.


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