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Woorden: The Friday Night Boys. Finding Me Out.

Park my car right across from her house last night
Climb the tree just to see if she'd turn on the lights
Slipped and fell to the ground
I'm not sure but I
Think she saw me driving away
I think she knows what I'm trying to say
But I don't know how

She's finding me out
It's brinig me down
'Cause nothings as hard as the first time
I'm fooling myself
She'll never be mine
It's too late now
She's finding me out
She's finding me out

Past her by in the hall
Felt my heart beat fast
Turned around and
I swear I saw her looking back
Walked my way
Thought she waved
But it wasn't me
Must have been to somebody else
Tried to hide it but I think she could tell
That I'm falling now

She's finding me out
It's bringing me down
'Cause nothings as hard as the first time
I'm fooling myself
She'll never be mine

Its too late now
She's finding me out
She's finding me out

She's beautiful
Popular
Scared that I don't belong in her world
I Can't sleep
When I can't believe
And I've got a feeling
That she's on to me
To me

She's finding me out
It's brinig me down
'Cause nothings as hard as the first time
I'm fooling myself
She'll never be mine
It's too late now
She's finding me out
'Cause nothings as hard as the first time

I'm folling myself
She'll never be mine
It's too late now
She's finding me out
Out
She's finding me out
Out