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They couldn't believe I did it
But I was so committed
My life was so restricted for you
I just dove inside it blind
Couldn’t see but swam inside
Thought that'd be romantic for you

Exchanged my vows and said it all
All my life prepared to fall
Even screamed at dinner for you
My friends said you would play me
But I just said they're crazy
While I was crying frantic, was it true

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

I sent you to Vegas
With a pocket full of paper
And with no ultimatums on you
I thought what could separate us
But it just seemed that Vegas
Only brought the player out of you (what the fuck?)
(hey baby what’s your name)
Lavish homes and fancy cars
Even got the Drop Ferrari

Filled up our garage for you
Made your choice with all the teams
People and Us Magazines
Tell me who’d I do that for? Who?

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

And don't you worry bout our angels
All the magazines trying to edit things seeing in the gossip section
They'll get good guidance and be trained well
Don’t worry I’ll keep a little secret
Just let me ask this question

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let's go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let's go)

They couldn't believe I did it
But I was so committed
My life was so restricted for you
I just dove inside it blind
Couldn’t see but swam inside
Thought that'd be romantic for you

Exchanged my vows and said it all
All my life prepared to fall
Even screamed at dinner for you
My friends said you would play me
But I just said they're crazy
While I was crying frantic, was it true

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

I sent you to Vegas
With a pocket full of paper
And with no ultimatums on you
I thought what could separate us
But it just seemed that Vegas
Only brought the player out of you (what the fuck?)
(hey baby what’s your name)
Lavish homes and fancy cars
Even got the Drop Ferrari

Filled up our garage for you
Made your choice with all the teams
People and Us Magazines
Tell me who’d I do that for? Who?

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

And don't you worry bout our angels
All the magazines trying to edit things seeing in the gossip section
They'll get good guidance and be trained well
Don’t worry I’ll keep a little secret
Just let me ask this question

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let's go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let's go)
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Текст песни Britney Spears - Stupid Things
Stupid Things

They couldn’t even did it
But I was so committed
My life was so restricted for you

I just sat at night

Couldn’t sleep and feel inside

Thought I’d be plenty for you

Exchanged my vows and said it all

All my life prepared to fall

Even screamed at diner for you

My friends said you would play me

But I just said they

You’re crazy

While I was crying frantic, was it true

I shouldn’t be sad, heaven knows

From the stupid freakin’ things that you do

I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows

Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright, Its time for me

(Britney let’s go)

I sent you to Vegas

With a pocket full of paper

And with no ultimatums on you

I thought what could separate us

But it just seemed that Vegas

Only brought the pimp out of you (what the fuck?)

(hey baby what’s your name)

Lavish homes and fancy cars

Even got the truck Ferrari

Filled up our garage for you

Made your choice with all the iteams

People, Limos, Magazines

Tell us who’d I do that for? Who?

I shouldn’t be sad, heaven knows

From the stupid freakin’ things that you do

I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows

Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright, Its time for me

(Britney let’s go)

Don’t you worry about a thing just

Don’t you worry about a thing just

Some magazines trying to put some things in the gossip section

I know I sound betrayed but

Don’t worry I’ll keep a little secret

Just let me ask this question

I shouldn’t be sad, heaven knows

From the stupid freakin’ things that you do

I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows

Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright, Its time for me

(Britney let’s go)

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright, Its time for me

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright

They couldn't believe I did it
But I was so committed
My life was so restricted for you
I just dove inside it blind
Couldn’t see but swam inside
Thought that'd be romantic for you

Exchanged my vows and said it all
All my life prepared to fall
Even screamed at dinner for you
My friends said you would play me
But I just said they're crazy
While I was crying frantic, was it true

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

I sent you to Vegas
With a pocket full of paper
And with no ultimatums on you
I thought what could separate us
But it just seemed that Vegas
Only brought the player out of you (what the fuck?)
(hey baby what’s your name)
Lavish homes and fancy cars
Even got the Drop Ferrari

Filled up our garage for you
Made your choice with all the teams
People and Us Magazines
Tell me who’d I do that for? Who?

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

And don't you worry bout our angels
All the magazines trying to edit things seeing in the gossip section
They'll get good guidance and be trained well
Don’t worry I’ll keep a little secret
Just let me ask this question

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let's go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let's go)

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Stupid Things

They couldn’t even did it

But I was so committed

My life was so restricted for you

I just sat at night

Couldn’t sleep and feel inside

Thought I’d be plenty for you

Exchanged my vows and said it all

All my life prepared to fall

Even screamed at diner for you

My friends said you would play me

But I just said they

You’re crazy

While I was crying frantic, was it true

I shouldn’t be sad, heaven knows

From the stupid freakin’ things that you do

I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows

Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright, Its time for me

(Britney let’s go)

I sent you to Vegas

With a pocket full of paper

And with no ultimatums on you

I thought what could separate us

But it just seemed that Vegas

Only brought the pimp out of you (what the fuck?)

(hey baby what’s your name)

Lavish homes and fancy cars

Even got the truck Ferrari

Filled up our garage for you

Made your choice with all the iteams

People, Limos, Magazines

Tell us who’d I do that for? Who?

I shouldn’t be sad, heaven knows

From the stupid freakin’ things that you do

I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows

Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright, Its time for me

(Britney let’s go)

Don’t you worry about a thing just

Don’t you worry about a thing just

Some magazines trying to put some things in the gossip section

I know I sound betrayed but

Don’t worry I’ll keep a little secret

Just let me ask this question

I shouldn’t be sad, heaven knows

From the stupid freakin’ things that you do

I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows

Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright, Its time for me

(Britney let’s go)

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright, Its time for me

Goodbye

Its time for me to move along

Goodbye

Its time for me to get it on

OK I’m tired of singing sad songs

Alright

They couldn't believe I did it
But I was so committed
My life was so restricted for you
I just dove inside it blind
Couldn’t see but swam inside
Thought that'd be romantic for you

Exchanged my vows and said it all
All my life prepared to fall
Even screamed at dinner for you
My friends said you would play me
But I just said they're crazy
While I was crying frantic, was it true

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

I sent you to Vegas
With a pocket full of paper
And with no ultimatums on you
I thought what could separate us
But it just seemed that Vegas
Only brought the player out of you (what the fuck?)
(hey baby what’s your name)
Lavish homes and fancy cars
Even got the Drop Ferrari

Filled up our garage for you
Made your choice with all the teams
People and Us Magazines
Tell me who’d I do that for? Who?

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

And don't you worry bout our angels
All the magazines trying to edit things seeing in the gossip section
They'll get good guidance and be trained well
Don’t worry I’ll keep a little secret
Just let me ask this question

Why should I be sad, heaven knows
From the stupid freakin’ things that you do
I shouldn’t get mad, or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we’re through

Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let’s go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let's go)

Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
Its time for me to get it on
OK I’m tired of singing sad songs
Alright, Its time for me
(Britney let's go)
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