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Текст: The Calling. Just That Good.

A little paint, to cover what's deep inside
A little truth you know we all wanna hide
Well I'm tryin', I'm tryin' now to get to you
But you're tellin' me like you always do, you say

Don't hate me, 'cause I'm just that good

I've got to hand it to you now, you're a hard one to please
When it looks as though you've got all you need
All the many times I've dreamed I could walk in your shoes
What a nightmare it must be just bein' you say

Don't hate me, 'cause I'm just that good
A little misunderstood
Well, you made me, and I'm just that good

Step outside, walk with me
Everyone I know and see is fallin' is crawlin' after something maybe
A bigger house, faster car, never knowin' who they are
They're lonely, they're lonely, they're lonely

All we say, don't hate me, 'cause I'm just that good
A little misunderstood
Well, you made me, and I'm just that good
You wouldn't change me if you could

And all this time will take its toll on you
As the same it will on me
Well, good ain't all that good's made out to be
Don't hate me, we're all just that good
Just that good, just that good, just that good