The Weeknd - Pretty

The Weeknd - Pretty

The Weeknd

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Somebody told me it was pointless for me to come back

Into your arms

Said you fucked another manFinally, I knew this day would come

Woah-oh-oh

'Cause I see fear in your eyes

You've been living out your life

As long as you know that when I land you're mine

It's been exactly 365 since I've seen your face

I've been living on the road

And you've been living all alone, at home

Girl I hope, he made you satisfied (You did)

Well baby I won't cry

As long as you know that when I land you're mine

And you will never feel so pretty

And you will never feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh, when I make it there

There are certain things that I've come to understand

Expectations can kill a simple man, a simple man

I try to master the art, of that far away love

But only so much can keep a woman warm

Now it's times like this that I say to myself

We've been living in a cold, cold world, cold world

But at least I have you to rely

Even if for a short time

As long as you know when I land you're mine

And you will never feel so pretty

And you will never feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh, when I make it there

And he can't make you feel this pretty

No, he won't make you feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh, when I make it there

And you will never feel so pretty

And you will never feel this beautiful

When I make it there (I make it there)

Oh, when I make it there

And he can't make you feel this pretty

No, he won't make you feel this beautiful

When I make it there (I make it there)

Oh, when I make it there

And you will never feel so pretty

And you will never feel this beautiful

When I make it there (I make it there)

Oh, when I make it there

And he can't make you feel this pretty

No, he won't make you feel this beautiful

When I make it there (I make it there)

Oh, when I make it there

(When I make it there)

Quand une putain de colombe blanche chante sa chanson

C'est tout ce qu'on entend

Les jours se défilent comme de la ficelle dans le vent

Embobiné dans ma toile, je les dévoile à nouveaux

10 ans mon ami, que rien d'autre ne compte

Elle n'était qu'une gamine à ce moment

Souffrant d'un cœur brisé, une douleur très profonde

C'est là où je l'ai aperçue, seule, prête à entamer ses 17 ans