It Takes a Little More Songtext
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It Takes a Little More Songtext
"Have I seen this place before?
And it feels like this is happening to me.
You′ve got something I adore.
Takes me up into a state of ecstasy.
Something like a friend of mine. Nothing left to be who I am.
It takes a little more.
There's nothing here left to remind, the thoughts I have are so unkind.
It takes a little more.
Have I seen this place before?
Was it that I saw it wrapped inside a dream.
It′s a good time to remember.
First impressions here are never what they seem.
Something like a friend of mine. Nothing left to be who I am.
It takes a little more.
There's nothing here left to remind, the thoughts I have are so unkind.
It takes a little more.
(Takes, takes, takes, takes)
There's something like a friend of mine. Nothing left to be who I am.
It takes a little more.
Nothing here left to remind, the thoughts I have are so unkind.
It takes a little more.
(Takes, takes, takes, takes)
(Takes a little more, takes a little, takes a little)
More."
And it feels like this is happening to me.
You′ve got something I adore.
Takes me up into a state of ecstasy.
Something like a friend of mine. Nothing left to be who I am.
It takes a little more.
There's nothing here left to remind, the thoughts I have are so unkind.
It takes a little more.
Have I seen this place before?
Was it that I saw it wrapped inside a dream.
It′s a good time to remember.
First impressions here are never what they seem.
Something like a friend of mine. Nothing left to be who I am.
It takes a little more.
There's nothing here left to remind, the thoughts I have are so unkind.
It takes a little more.
(Takes, takes, takes, takes)
There's something like a friend of mine. Nothing left to be who I am.
It takes a little more.
Nothing here left to remind, the thoughts I have are so unkind.
It takes a little more.
(Takes, takes, takes, takes)
(Takes a little more, takes a little, takes a little)
More."
Writer(s): Wayne Kirkpatrick, Amy Lee Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com