Sabali (Vitalic Remix Radio Edit) - Amadou & Mariam

Ohh Ohh [X5] Can't go back Can't go back Can't go back Can't go back. Dreaming comes so easily Cause it's all that I've known True love is a fairy tale I'm damaged So how would I know? [Refrain] I'm scared And I'm alone I'm ashamed and I need for you to know [Chorus] I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say And you can't take back what you have taken away Cause I feel you I feel you near me I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say And you can't take back what you have taken away Cause I feel you Ohh I feel you near me I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say And you can't take back what you have taken away Cause I feel you I feel you near me I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say And you can't take back what you have taken away Cause I feel you Ohh. Ohh. [X2] Can't go back Can't go back Can't go back Can't go back. Healing comes so painfully And it chills to the bone Won't let anyone get close to me I'm damaged As I'm sure you've known [Refrain] I'm scared And I'm alone I'm ashamed and I need for you to know [Chorus] I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say And you can't take back what you have taken away Cause I feel you I feel you near me I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say And you can't take back what you have taken away Cause I feel you Ohh I feel you near me Ohh feel you near me Ohh feel you near me Can't go back Can't go back Can't go back Can't go back. I can't go back I can't go back I can't go back I must go on. I must go on. I must go on. I must go on.

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