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Text: The Saturdays. Fall.

I gave you all you desired
All that you needed, boy I provided
I let you into my head, into my bed
And that's a privilege
I had your backing the answers
You took the dollars, I took the chances
Defended, battled and fought
Cos I really thought you loved me

I don't know where to start or where to stop, no
But I know I am done, I've had enough

So fall, outta my hands, outta my heart and when you hit the
ground
You'll be sorry that I'm not around
I'll be watching while you fall outta your mind
Outta your fantasy when you hit the wall
Think of me
I'll be on the top just watching you fall

You said that you were the strong one
I was the girl and I was the young one
I kept your feet on the ground
My head in the realms I had to
You told me you were so grateful
I was with you and I was so faithful
I stood by and all that you said and all that you did
I loved you

I don't know how to act or what to say
But I know I am good, I'll be OK
And you

Fall, outta my hands, outta my heart and when you hit the
ground
You'll be sorry that I'm not around
I'll be watching while you fall outta your mind
Outta your fantasy when you hit the wall
Think of me
I'll be on the top just watching you fall
I'll be on the top just watching you fall

Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
I want you to

Fall, outta my hands, outta my heart and when you hit the
ground
You'll be sorry that I'm not around
I'll be watching while you fall outta your mind
Outta your fantasy when you hit the wall
Think of me
I'll be on the top just watching you fall

Outta my hands, outta my heart and when you hit the ground
You'll be sorry that I'm not around
I'll be watching while you fall outta your mind
Outta your fantasy when you hit the wall
Think of me
I'll be on the top just watching you fall